There once lived a boy named JamesIf too many were killed...
Oh, the blood James could spill!
He'd carry them home in his wagonAnd make an offering to his King
Of treasured dragon meat.
He'd deliver these tasty morsels
To his King's beloved feet.
"Eat these dragons, Master,
Before their fiery breath grows cold."
And James' payment always wasOne silvery bag of gold.
Yes, there once lived a boy named James
Who was relentless in his questTo hunt the dragon beast
And to be the very best.
Mystical times amongst us...
The King grants many a medieval wish--Yet no prize reigns so coveted as
The scrumptious dragon dish!
If too many were spared--
Oh the rage the crowd shared...
As there once lived a boy named James.
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