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An Old Cliché Revisited
words by R.
Farran
A dragon has come to our village today
We'd like him to leave, but he won't go away.
He talked to our King, and
they worked out a deal,
No homes will he burn and no stock will he steal.
Now, there is but one catch ( we dislikes it a
bunch !)
Twice a year he invites him a virgin for lunch.
We don't have
much choice, so this deal we'll respect,
But we can't help but wonder and
pause to reflect...
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Do virgins taste better than girls
who are not?
Are they saltier, sweeter, more juicy, or what?
Do You
savor 'em slowly, gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than
girls who are not?
Now, we'd like to be shed of ya, and many have
tried,
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that
someday a brave soul will come by,
We can't wait around till you're too fat
to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women,
for sure.
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion
of dining, it makes us all flinch
For your favorite entree is barbecued
wench.
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Now, we've found a solution (it works out so
neat)
If you'll settle for nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our
numbers grow ever so small,
We'll simply make sure we've no virgins at all!
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A Dragon's Retort
Words by Claire Stephens
Well, now I am a dragon please listen to me
For I'm misunderstood to a
dreadful degree
This ecology needs me, and I know my place,
But I'm
fighting extinction with all of my race
But I came to this village to better my health
Which is shockingly poor
despite all my wealth
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just
impertinent questioning shouted at me.
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Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not
But my favorite
snack food with peril is fraught
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to
pot
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not
Now we worms are deep thinkers at science we shine
And our world's
complicated with every new line
We must quit all the things that we've done
since the flood
Like lying on gold couches that poison our blood
Well I'm really quite good almost all of the year
Vegetarian ways are now
mine out of fear
But a birthday needs sweets I'm sure you'll agree
And
barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
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As it happens our interests are almost the same
For I'm really quite
skillful at managing game
If I messed with your men would your excess
decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time
But the number of babies a woman can bear
Has a limit and that's why my
pruning's done there
Yet an orphan's a sad sight, and so when I munch
I'm careful to take out only virgins for lunch.
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