Bravely bold Sir Bunlet
Hopped forth from the clover plot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Bunlet.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Bunlet.

He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Bunlet.

His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen…

Well you get the idea