The older dragon turning to the young.
Listen closely now my son.
What do you think those knights do to make a name?
They set out to have a dragon slain.
Why? Who knows. They do it still.
Maybe they get some sort of thrill.
High and mighty they see themselves.
Slaughtering us to adorn their shelves.
Is it right? Of course it’s not.
And is this to be a dragon’s lot?
To be harassed by puny knights?
To engage in pointless fights?
But surely, young one, do not despair.
For we are the king of our lair.
They stupid are, well that’s for sure.
Just beat him son, till he goes sore.
And if he still is to dumb to understand
Just who is the king of our land.
Sometimes my son, this you have to do.
Discard the taste and eat him to.
I know he’s bony and not of our taste.
But if he to his death make haste.
Then who are we to tell him "no".
The right thing is to encourage him to go.
And in our stomach, death be so.