I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun, 

I breathe fire as hot as the sun.

When a knight comes to fight

I just toast him on sight,

Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.

When I see a fair damsel go by,

I just sigh a fiery sigh,

And she'd baked like a 'tater-

I think of her later

With a romantic tear in my eye.

I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,

But my lunches aren't very much fun,

For I like my damsels medium rare,

and they always come out well done.

Written by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)