The boar’s great tusks, they boded ill,
for good King Robert’s health,
and the beast was every bit as fat
as Robert was himself
But our brave King cried ‘Do your worst. I’ll have your ugly head.
Nowhere near as murderous as the Lion in my bed.’
King Robert lost his battle and he failed his final test.
The Lion ripped his balls off aaannndd … the boar did all the rest.