A bards Grand Tale, (in the tune to the song Bucklers and bonnets from shovel knight)
Tis I, a simple bard, and I have seen many a thing since the grand age of cards, I have performed for doctors, specters, and kings, one brave knight changed everything, he had the strength and determination, that could take an entire nation, and his favored weapon was the shovel blade. He dug tirelessly and slashed mercilessly, for I knew him personally, this hero of music, he had lost his love at the great tower of fate, shield knight twas her name, feeling lost, he felt all the blame, he went home and settled down, I know not why this knight returned with such a fire in his heart, but nevertheless, he had a brand new start. he came and went, defeating the terrible knights of no quarter, some alchemists, pirates, and hoarders, This knight raises his shovel to the sky, "For shovelry!" was his battle cry, he took down the last of the knights and to the tower he went for a final fight, this tower of fate seeming with dark power, this knight was in his finest hours, to the top he climbed all night, to take on the enchantress and make things right. He fought to the brink of failure, his grand victory almost unsure, but he lived to see another day, and on that day the dark tower fell, to some potion or faulty spell, This knight emerged victorious, his feats glorious, this story showed his power and might, this was the story of Shovel knight.