‘Twas break of day when our thirteen marched away
Stood tall did all their party in the soft warm glow
Twelve dwarves rode and their thief strode, to make the dragon pay
The subtle breeze whispered of vengeance and the falling of their foe

Gandalf in hand an Elvish blade and a staff of wizard rage
In front of he scores of corpses bleed and mercy is begged for at his feet
The evil at bay has gone away, our savior close behind to save the day
In hopes of all the evil will fall and the dragon will soon be slain

Our heroes unite to prepare the fight when the Evil Smaug takes his flight
The folks of Dane shriek in disdain as their homes and family burn
There in the sky a cross bolt flies, can it be true, can a dragon die!
A shadow falls from above so high, the Bane of Dane has lost his life

An evil falls, the eagles call as the dragon fell so hard
From this tale a true hero prevailed, and his name is King Bard