Way back in days of old
There was a legend told
About a hero known as Galavant
Square jaw and perfect hair
Cojones out to there
There was no hero quite like Galavant
Tough, plus every other manly value
Mess with him, he'll disembowel you
Yay, he ruled in every way
A fairy-tale cliche
And people called him Galavant
The man we're speaking of, 
He had a lady love, 
And Madalena, she was one fair maiden
Long legs and perfect skin
A body built for sin
With cleavage you could hold a whole parade in
Ah, true love was never this, this ecstatic
Nor as wildly acrobatic
Yes! He loved her to excess
Thrice daily more or less
And she'd be screaming, "Galavant!"
One tiny problem soon would arise:
Richard, a nearby king of wealth and stature, 
He watched Madalena, lust in his eyes, 
And he asked her for her hand
Well, more like a demand, 
Well, more like had his henchmen snatch her
Which brings us to today
The royal wedding day
No one can stop it now but Galavant
Poor Madalena waits
Behind King Richard's gates
For the arrival of her Galavant
Now, at last, begins our true adventure
Epic, wild, a real butt-clencher! 
So, huzzah and tally ho! 
Sit back and here we go! 
Attend the tale of Galavant