A knight went out to fly a kite.
The wind and kite had a fight
Until the wind died on edge of night;
Then the knight lit a light
That burned the line the kite held tight.
Poor,poor, kite went out of sight.
Poor, poor, knight was in a plight,
He had not time to wait for morning's light
To find his now poor lost kite
As he thought,"I did not do something right."
Then a little boy came up to him
And said,"Mr. Knight, my name is Jim,
I saw your light from that far off gym.
I came to tell you of my whim,
"Your mind must have been out on a limb."
The knight gruffly said,"Get lost little gem
Before I act not very prim !"