| A dragon has come to our village today.
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| We’ve asked him to leave, but he won’t go away.
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| Now he’s talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
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| No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
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| Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
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| Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
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| Well, we’ve no other choice, so the deal we’ll respect.
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| But we can’t help but wonder and pause to reflect.
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| Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
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| Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
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| Do you savor them slowly? |
| Gulp them down on the spot?
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| Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
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| Now we’d like to be she’d you, and many have tried.
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| But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
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| We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
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| 'Cause we can’t wait around 'til you’re too fat to fly.
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| Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
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| They always are pretty, they always are pure.
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| But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
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| For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
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| Now we’ve found a solution, it works out so neat,
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| If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
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| No more will our number ever grow small,
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| We’ll simply make sure there’s no virgins at all! |