Knapsack, Helm and away you go

'Where am I?' you keep asking, going in the room

You come in and hope against doom

Friends are there so you do not die

Knights are young but the peril's high

With a bit of spellcasting, everything is fine

You're in the mood for a quest

And when you try your best

You are the Dungeoneer, hardly sweet, and too young for beer

Dungeoneer, feel the heat if you meet Lord Fear

You've a chance, you can thrive, having the time of your life

Seek that Grail, dodge that spear, dig in the Dungeoneer

(Based on Dancing Queen by Abba.)