Bard bump! Here's a song I wrote (FOR ADULTS):
https://youtu.be/Sgygnhx3y38
Sword Play
G C, G D, G C, G D G
Well, Lord Scyther was a master of the foil.
He'd train for hours, sweat and toil.
And while in his prime, at the King's championship,
he stabbed with his sword--and snap! went the tip.
C D, GDC, G D
But Scyther was never caught unarmed.
He pulled out his dick and screamed, "En garde!"
Even in its flaccid state, it took on quite a shape.
His foe, full of shame, hid behind his cape.
That's when the windmill attack began;
the hurricane it made scared off the lesser man.
CHORUS