The Ballad of the Erroneous Knight

In days of old
When knights were bold
The Round Table came to the conclusion
That a big dog as a steed
Could catch its own feed
And create much greater confusion.

Sir John and his hound
Were riding around
And they became weary and sore.
To an inn they came,
Blue Goose was its name.
John knocked upon the door.

We haven't a bed,
The landlord said,
We've nothing at all for you.
But where is your horse?
There's the stable, of course,
We could make it up for two.

A horse haven't I,
John said to the guy,
For the Round Table has come to the conclusion
That a big dog as a steed
Can catch its own feed
And create much greater confusion.

Oh dear, oh dear,
I greatly fear,
I've treated you sorely amiss,
Said the landlord with a shout,
I couldn't put out
A knight on a dog like this!