Stately Men

Fair as ever he doth ride Alas to meet his gal as she prepares to be his bride. He draws back a drink with an old pal they discuss their days gone stall time drifts by, the bride feels faintly in worry, her grooms last prodigal A man who's thought most stately On clock tower's side he glares in wow to realize what time passed by he thinks of lies, of where and how he decides to blame the herd of cow "they just stood there so blankly" he thinks to himself, ok, no worries for now A man who's thought most stately Up to her abode he doth stride she rushes to him in the snow "You are too late" she shoots his pride with her most powerful blow "No excuse for you not to show!" "Our wedding day? you forgot and left me there sedately" "why I oughtta feed you to the crows" A man who's thought most stately Prince, not so for this young man, here lately for he was sent, and told to go! A man who's thought most stately