A gentleman and scholar, too, the knight rode into town,
With armor bright, and honor true, to take the dragon down.
To pick such a hard, and dangerous fight, he had no reason why,
So many men had tried before, and every one had died.
They watched him train all day and night, with sword and shield, and spear,
The winner of so many fights, he ne'er showed any fear.
So fearlessly, he started up the mountainside, so tall,
as the townsfolk watched from down below, to see the dragon fall.
With fire from the dragon's breath, the temperature did rise,
His sword and shield were glowing red, and shining in the sky.
One last mighty sword thrust and the dragon, he was slain.
They both came down the mountain, they were each other's bane.
The townsfolk all knelt down to pray, so it went or so I'm told,
and without the dragon's fiery breath, that desert land grew cold.....
One morning early in March, he lay there in his bed,
His bottle from the pharmacy was seen beside his head.
The winter air was frosty, his body had turned cold,
as he fought the final battle with the dragon in his soul.
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