The Dragon

In 1768 A castle was built to accommodate A fire-breathing dragon A danger to the community He could excel in hospitality If only given the chance Canine teeth and horns to boot He busked for money with asbestos flutes For a flagon of mead At first, all shoppers ran for their lives Groceries in hand, followed by their wives All the way home If you got to know him, he was good and fair But if you got too close, he'd singe your hair Completely by the by He smelt a bit but had a heart of gold He'd engage the folks with tales of old And they'd leave his home bald Canine teeth and horns to boot He busked for money with asbestos flutes For a flagon of mead At first, all shoppers ran for their lives Groceries in hand, followed by their wives All the way home One thousand years of awe and sorrow Suffering in solitude If only he'd be free, what a garden accessory He'd be, we'll see One thousand years of awe and sorrow Suffering in solitude If only he'd be free, what a garden accessory He'd be, we'll see Tears were falling from his eyes As he spoke of his demise The anguish and pain endured He held his head in shame And willingly took all the blame He baked her in cider, sautéed then grilled then fried her And so very, very tasty she was too. The Cordon Bleu cooking and consumption of a prominent member of the local society was more than the villagers could endure. The eviction of the dragon from his palatial abode was swift. Banished to a land called Honah Lee, he lived an isolated existence, with only one friend. One day, that friend, a boy named Jacky, came no more.