Gather round and listen to my stories of of yesteryears, of dragons in the mountains and mermaids on the shore
Yes, these tales are true, I saw a mermaid once as she lay upon the sand, instead of legs a fishes tail in colours of every hue
Ah yes tis also true that I once entered s dragons dark lair, his eyes were like firery brimstone, the foul stench of his breath filled the air
My friends gather round a bit closer while I tell you of things in the night, I once watched five faries dancing, like fire flies lighting the dark
Now have any of you seen a unicorn? Pure white, a single horn on his head. Well I was lucky enough one to ride one. The first man ever to mount that wild beast
OK, so you think my words are the words of a fanciful fool but I have suffered from the dragon and yes, bruises when from the unicorns back I did fall
I've heard the mermaid singing sweet love songs, her songs floating out cross the sea. I've seen the dragons souring on leather wings as they float cross the sky
In my pocket a scale from the mermaids tail and a scale from the dragons dark lair. Round my neck hangs a cord that I braided. Braided from unicorns hair
My friends these stories I tell you, every word I've told you is true, I would never cheat or deceive you, with tales from my yesteryears
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Gather round and listen to my stories of of yesteryears, of dragons in the mountains and mermaids on the shore
Yes, these tales are true, I saw a mermaid once as she lay upon the sand, instead of legs a fishes tail in colours of every hue
Ah yes tis also true that I once entered s dragons dark lair, his eyes were like firery brimstone, the foul stench of his breath filled the air
My friends gather round a bit closer while I tell you of things in the night, I once watched five faries dancing, like fire flies lighting the dark
Now have any of you seen a unicorn? Pure white, a single horn on his head. Well I was lucky enough one to ride one. The first man ever to mount that wild beast
OK, so you think my words are the words of a fanciful fool but I have suffered from the dragon and yes, bruises when from the unicorns back I did fall
I've heard the mermaid singing sweet love songs, her songs floating out cross the sea. I've seen the dragons souring on leather wings as they float cross the sky
In my pocket a scale from the mermaids tail and a scale from the dragons dark lair. Round my neck hangs a cord that I braided. Braided from unicorns hair
My friends these stories I tell you, every word I've told you is true, I would never cheat or deceive you, with tales from my yesteryears
