“Of course, I slew the dragon great
     But first, ran him ‘round his cave”
     And so I say, expression grave
My audience rapt, the hour late
“’Twas nothing done by hand of fate
     And nor did help I crave”

I take a moment to look around
     All the bright young faces
     Had, of doubt, no traces
I forge on, none make a sound
My little tale would soon astound
     And put them in their places!

“The dragon, you see, had been quite bad.
     He snuck cookies all the time
     On the furniture, he did climb
Oh, he did make his mother mad!
But when she went to dear old dad
     He said he didn’t mind.”

“She didn’t quite know what to do
     And so she came to me
     (I was a friend of the family)
And asked for help long overdue
(I owed her a favor or two)
     So I really couldn’t disagree”

I paused to think the next part up.
     “And so I came, with sword in hand,
     Though using it wasn’t really planned.
I yelled ‘Where is this little pup?
Here I’ve come to rough him up!’
     (His mum laughing so hard, she could hardly stand)”

“He stepped out, quite afraid
     Said, ‘Please! I’ll be good!
     I’ll do everything I should’
I glared and sheathed my mighty blade
And said if his mom was not obeyed
     That I would be back, you bet I would!”

I grinned and spread my arms out wide
     One child raised his hand
     And said, “Now, that was grand…
But that dragon never died
And I don’t think you even tried
     To rid the giant lizard from this land.”

I blinked, then let out a laugh
     And said, “You’ve got me there
     But to this, I swear:
If you’re bad, I’ll grab my sword and staff
Set you straight, on your mother’s behalf!”
     But I know, not one was scared