I never thought it would happen

That Knightmare would finish napping

Although it's very common

That Knightmare's not forgotten

Here in their modern fashions

Dan, Emma, Phil and Ashens

They met a cleaning lady

Perhaps we'll call her Daisy

They're here for an adventure

But Treguard's got dementia

It all looked very tragic

Then someone said, "Use magic"

Treguard regenerated

Was once more venerated

And when the team were well met

On went the famous helmet

And soon they met Sylvester

A lazily named jester

Who asked them for a bauble

Then he told them not to dawdle

Now at 11 minutes

We wonder if they'll win it

And if the time will fly past

And then they find a spyglass

And no one will get bored here

It's Lissard now and Lord Fear

A new communicator

That might not make him greater

And nothing's underacted

When they speak of arachnid

He throws a ball of fire

The team must flee a spider

At 15 minutes 50

They guide Stu rather nifty

Away from Ariadne

And leave her with a bad knee

And having bombed and stressed her

They meet again the jester

He blows away the webbing

Then downward they are heading

They've hardly started searching

When they meet with an urchin

To Daisy she's a mean chick

And too young for the Queen Vic

'Cause Ariadne's hobbling

Lord Fear calls up his goblin

The team must nick its sticker

Or they'll end up in rigor

Alone there in the Dungeon

I fear Stu might be plunging

If he steps on the wrong tile

And he could fall a long while

And they on Slice Me Dice Me

Don't space their jump precisely

And so it's my assumption

They're really down the Dungeon