It was so sad, for she was little trouble in life.
We walked into the hills alone
and came upon some dead man’s bones.
For into the dragon’s lair we were
and to our surprise, he began to stir.
We ran and ran and did not look back
for fear that he might just soon attack.
Until upon that stone did stumble
my wife, she fell, and began to tumble.
I left her there, ’tis true, ’tis sad
but oh, what a good lunch, the dragon, he had.