A winged serpent on the mount
Its shadow looms o'er the tiny homes
The dragon has come to exact revenge
The villagers wail and moan
It spreads its wings and soars
And while they're sorry that they crossed him
The doomed villagers have to admit
That he looks really awesome
The last thing they think
before their flesh is rendered
into a molten pool...
is "Dragons are cool."
They wear leather jackets made
from the flesh of vanquished warriors
They wear sunglasses and they listen to bands
That you've never even heard of
They ride motorcycles without helmets
They're like Fonzie with scales
Like Miles Davis but instead of trumet they blow fiyah!
Like Tony Stark with wings and tails
They smoke cigarettes
In the creek valley
Behind the high school
Dragons are cool
They have a van with a
wizard airbrushed on the side
And they don't care for your rules
Dragons are cool
