"Tale of Sir Fendrik" by Simon S. Pettersson

The fair Sir Fendrik, strong and brave

Was just, for honor was his crave

His sword was sharp, his armour bright

His shield was hard, his stallion white

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Away he rode into the dawn

Towards Adventure he was drawn

To stab the Dragon with his blade

And win the freedom of his maid

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Now as he neared the Dragon’s mound

And heard the Dragon’s snoring sound

He cried: “Come out, ye Dragon foul!”

So that the Dragon heard his scowl

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The Dragon came and saw the knight

And thought “This looks an easy fight

A shining knight in full attire

I think I’ll roast him with my fire”

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But witful Fendrik knew the game

His did expect the Dragon’s flame

Hence, as the Dragon gaped its maw

A splash of water struck its jaw

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For fair Sir Fendrik, wise as few

He knew, that dragons fire spew

Before he had the Dragon sought

A pail of water he had brought

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The wyrm, perplexed, cried “Lo behold!

Ye do surprise me, twentyfold!

In my days, many knights I’ve fought

But none of them had water brought!”

Part II

Sir Fendrik cried “Come on, ye snake!”

“I’ll make of you a Dragon steak!”

And on he rushed with sword and shield

To force the Dragon foul to yield

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A struggle broke out, strong and fierce

The knight did not succeed to pierce

The hardness of the Dragon scale

His sharp sword did not him avail

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The struggle raged, from day to night

And no one seemed to win the fight

The Dragon could not use his fire

And Fendrik seemed not prone to tire

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But at last Fedrik Fair did find

That though the scales protect the hind

Each Dragon has a weaker spot

Each flawless armour has a blot

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 He thrust at it with expertise

And brought the Dragon to its knees

“Haha!” he cried, “There’s no retreat!”

“This fight did end with your defeat!”

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“Enough now!” sounded a shrill cry

“I really cannot follow why”

“You men must always start to fight”

“From early dawn to latest night!”

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It was the maiden who had called

And thus she had the struggle stalled

They looked at her, both wyrm and man

They simply did not understand

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The maiden said: “If you conferred”

“With me to see what I preferred”

“You’d realize I never craved”

“To from this comfy mound be saved”

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She said “Allthough he burns the food”

“And though his manners might be crude”

“The wyrm is friendly, I must say”

“That I do really wish to stay”

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So Fendrik Fair returned forlorn

For maidens he had utter scorn

Their ways no man can comprehend

To those no man can see the end