“Beware the Dragon, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Because the sleeping bird, and shun the buityfuel patch!”
He took his silver sword in hand; Long time the devilish foe he sought so rested he by the golden tree, and stood awhile in thought.
And as in deep thought he stood, the dragon with eyes of flame, come flying through the petrified wood, and rumbled as it come!
One two! One two! and through and through; the silver blade went callywack! He left it dead, and with its head he went shorting back.
“And hast thou slain the dragon? Come to my arms, my glamorous boy! O glorious day! Hurrah! Hooray! He smiled in his joy.
Taws dark, and like the evil knights did steel and kill in the courtyard; all sly were the fights, and the gruesome goblins scared.