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    â€œâ€™Tis very long,” said Angus doubtfully.
    â€œOh, yes.” All the aged knights nodded. “Very long indeed.”
    â€œStart it again, please, sirs,” said Erica. “We will say it after you.”
    Sir Roger started in:
    â€œIn days of old, when knights were bold,
And damsels knew the score…”
    Two hours later, Wiglaf’s head was so stuffed with the Grizzlegore poem that he could hardly think. But he and his friends had managed to learn all eight verses. They repeated them together.
    â€œWe did it!” cried Erica.
    â€œWe can save DSA!” cried Wiglaf.
    â€œNow teach us the dance steps,” said Janice, chewing her gum eagerly.
    â€œBut you wanted to learn the poem first,” said Sir Poodleduff.
    â€œWe did learn it,” said Angus.
    â€œNo, no, no.” Sir Roger shook his head. “That’s just the beginning .”
    â€œYou mean there’s more ?” cried Janice, nearly swallowing her gum.
    â€œOh, my goodness, yes,” said Sir Poodleduff.
    â€œMuch more!” shouted the aged knights.
    â€œThere’s an epic battle coming up,” added Sir Roger, pounding his cane with glee. “Knights perish in all sorts of horrible ways.”
    Wiglaf felt his stomach flop. “How many verses are there?” he asked.
    â€œSix hundred and twenty-two,” said Sir Poodleduff. “Or is it twenty-three?”
    â€œThat’s too long to learn by April Fools’ Day,” said Erica. “Even for me!”
    â€œOh, it takes years to learn the whole poem,” said Sir Roger.
    â€œYears and years!” agreed all the aged knights.
    â€œThen we cannot save DSA after all,” said Erica sadly.
    â€œBut the aged knights can,” Wiglaf said. He turned to them. “Kind sirs, will you come to DSA on April Fools’ Day and recite the Grizzlegore poem?”
    But Sir Roger shook his head. “I wish we could,” he said. “But that wouldn’t work. It must be students from the school who recite the poem.”
    â€œGrizzlegore is very clear on that point,” added Sir Poodleduff. “That way he makes sure his legend lives on.”
    â€œOh, this is hopeless,” said Erica.
    â€œIt does look that way, doesn’t it?” called Sir Lancelot from the tapestry corner. Wiglaf turned and saw that he was weaving a tapestry of himself.
    â€œWait,” said Wiglaf. “We discovered Grizzlegore’s secret weakness. And we found aged knights who know the whole rhyme. We cannot give up now.”
    He stared at bald little Sir Roger. At skinny white-haired Sir Poodleduff. At the other old knights. Why, he could easily imagine what they had looked like when they were lads. And another idea popped into Wiglaf’s head. “I wonder how good Grizzlegore’s eyes are,” he said, half to himself.
    â€œHe was blind as a bat fifty years ago,” Sir Roger answered.
    â€œThen all we need are uniforms,” Wiglaf said, growing excited. “DSA uniforms.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about, Wiggie?” said Erica.
    â€œI get it!” cried Janice. “The knights can put on uniforms and disguise themselves as DSA students! Goody—I knew something wild and crazy would happen!”
    â€œThen the knights can come to DSA and say the rhyme for Grizzlegore!” Angus added.
    â€œThat’s brilliant, Wiggie.” Erica grinned. She turned to the knights. “Will you come, good sirs? And save our school?”
    â€œWe aged knights would like nothing better than to help you,” said Sir Poodleduff. “But alas! We are too old to travel.”
    â€œWe can’t walk more than ten steps without stopping to catch our breath,” said Sir Roger. “We’d never make it.”
    â€œPlus, doing the Grizzlegore dance wore us out when we were lads,” said Sir Poodleduff. “If we tried it now, it would finish us