A witch! You're a loony. Come on then. Yes, yes, he'll beat us easily, we haven't a chance. No, no. Leaving the room. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! To fight, and-- No, it's too perilous. No one live there. When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled