I opine with sunlight glinting off my scales
What would I do if my race fails?
What if those greedy Knights grew so brave
That they would slay us in our slumber inside our cave?
What if we were slain, until extinction
While those Knights got all distinction
While we were wiped out, our heads cut off
Our body paraded, beer mead quaffed
Would there be survivors to restart our age?
Who to our destruction provide a gauge?
We always hear the Knight,'s stunning story.
While he celebrates drunken in glory
Sure, there are fools who we burn to a fritter
But they think we're some weakling critter.
Why can't you fools recognize
The implications if our race dies?
Must you charge so gallantly in
Your armour and chainmail creating a din?
And raise your swords of tempered steel
Heroically and full of zeal
And cut us off as we snore
Is there need for all this gore?
So, humans, I beg to thee
Stop killing us and so will we
No more rampage full of fury
No more burning old McDrury.
We are noble creatures, just and strong
Stop killing us and doing us wrong.
Our scales our treasured by your kind
But a million more treasures there are to find
Our heads, snarling vapidly on your walls
As a decoration and a Swansong now adorning your halls
We engage in philosophy, we think what for?
But you foolish humans engage in war
Why must you slay us with feelings of vain?,
Cannot you feel our thornlike pain?
Mankind, I ask to thee
Stop this nonsense and leave us be.
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