Lyrics

By Richard Lederer and Kathy Lowe

Hears a rye peace whee maid up
Inn hour idol thyme.
Wee rote it four yew two sea
Howe homophones Cannes seam sew whiled.
From there knows write too they're tows.
With pried, wee no it will knot boar ewe.
Its meant two bee red allowed.

One night a knight on a hoarse horse
Rode out upon a road.
This male wore mail for war and would
Explore a wood that glowed.
His tale we’ll tell from head to tail,
We’ll write his rite up right.
A hidden site our hero found,
A sight that we shall cite.

Hears a rye peace whee maid up
Inn hour idol thyme.
Wee rote it four yew two sea
Howe homophones Cannes seam sew whiled.
From there knows write too they're tows.
With pried, wee no it will knot boar ewe.
Its meant two bee red allowed.

With woe he shouted, "Whoa!" as rain
Without a break did reign.
To brake, he pulled the rein, and like
A shattered pane, felt pain.
The poor knight met a witch, which made
Sweat pour from every pore.
He'd never seen a scene like that.
His sore heart couldn't soar.

Hears a rye peace whee maid up
Inn hour idol thyme.
Wee rote it four yew two sea
Howe homophones Cannes seam sew whiled.
From there knows write too they're tows.
With pried, wee no it will knot boar ewe.
Its meant two bee red allowed.

The bell has tolled, we're told.
The hour to end our tale draws nigh.
Without ado, we bid adieu,
So by your leave, bye-bye.