He waits on her hand and foot 

Keeping the closh to boot 

Watching over her in the night 

Switching the shifts and on off the light. 

He loves, she loves and they keep the peace

Over beside a world of the thought-police

A walk a talk a hand hold later

Will cement the love and practice for greater.

He is the Knight and not the King

He can walk and talk but cannot sing

Hold on to the vision and do not hurt

Any living thing made from the dirt.

Knights can fight and defend the court

The Queen will hold her position with nought

Her power will support her gracious hand

And the loving bond will understand.