I got to dance at fall and I got a wish granted by a wiry fairy,
I flew away to a land of knights and damsels,
Those sully idiots took but a shower a month.
The rivers were rough and the dams were muddy,
Just a shower a month.
Then I thought to myself how much I would like to be one of the damsels.
I’d get kidnapped by a younger dragon every month.
The knight in shining armour will sweat so much getting into the cave for me.
Just to kill a dragon every month.
‘But wait, why kill all the dragons?’
‘Oh my dear lass, they are dangerous, doth not seeth?’
‘But what if I want to keep one for me?’
‘Then I suppose we will get you a puppy.’
That sully idiot got me the puppy,
I pouted like a hungry kitty,
I rode my horse like one of those short fools of King Henry,
Vi veri verniversum vivus vici.