In the sea a dragon sang a song of many tunes
One in particular stood out
my mother would shout
Hurry up come down now or your dinner will be burnt to a cinders.
The dragon blew fire from his nostrils
Were on earth is my dinner
He looked far and wide
To discover his plight was near
He fell exhausted from hunger
Nothing on earth could satisfy his soul.
And now his end was near
he ceased to breath at all.