Dragons

Dragons flying through the air
Circling high overhead
All of you people better beware
Or else you’ll end up dead

Piles of treasure stored in their cave
Looking so rich and fine
Luring the foolish, the greedy, the brave
They eat them all in a line

Where can you find them
Why do you ask
You may as well be dead

North of Shevem
Through the forest of Bask
That’s where the dragons tread

So go get in line
The dragons don’t mind
On you they will probably dine

But if you come back
And the dragons attack
Then we’ll make you into the dragon’s snack

So go there and die
If that is your will
No one will mourn you
Under the dragon’s hill

But if you've got luck
And manage to live
Then don’t you get stuck
You’ve got treasure to give