Time and Again in Camelot
There once was a young prince
Who thought a whole lot.
Saw himself in a way,
Saw himself as was not.
He saw him a dragon
That breathed rather hot.
�I�ll fight that there dragon,�
He muttered, �Why not?�
So forward he ran,
Hit it with a pot.
The dragon, quite angered,
Burnt him on the spot.
The moral to my ballad
Is easy to jot.
Don�t fight with a dragon
Who�s bigger, a lot,
Or else dead you�ll be
And your body will rot!!