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Sir Stanley rode bravely, Sir Stanley rode true
through forests and mountains and seas of brown goo.
He rode past a minstrel, making him trill,
"It looks like that knight has a dragon to kill!"
But soon Stanley felt a sharp pain in his feet,
and a sound in his stomach did tell him to eat.
So he stopped his horse and gobbled his fill,
saying, "I must be strong when that dragon I kill!"
After his dinner Sir Stanley did rise,
with strength in his arms and fire in his eyes.
If it took him each ounce of his iron-clad will,
he vowed that a dragon he'd certainly kill.
And Stanley rode on, through the day and the night,
until a large cave traveled into his sight.
When he saw the mailbox and bright daffodils,
he knew that here lived the great dragon he'd kill.
Sir Stanley dismounted and straightened his hair
(he had to look cool if a maiden was there!)
and boomed in a voice that made the wind still,
"Come out, ya dumb dragon; it is you I must KILL!!"
But the cave remained silent, the door remained closed.
Sir Stanley just stood there; he waited and dozed.
He'd drink any poison, he'd gulp any pill,
if he could just dig up a dragon to kill.
"This stinks," said Sir Stanley, sighing with fret.
"That wimp's probably hiding inside, I would bet."
It's hard to believe, but there he was, still
searching like mad for a dragon to kill.
Then, out of the blue, with silent grandeur,
the door on the cave began slightly to stir.
Sir Stanley cheered wildly and shouted until
a creature appeared, the dragon he'd kill.
It was green, it was scaly, with height like a tree.
It was all you'd expect a young dragon to be.
Sir Stanley stood tall, sword ready to drill,
for this was the time when a dragon he'd kill.
`Twas something to see, these two souls facing off,
both standing like statues, with no sound, not a cough.
But inside, Stanley tingled; his heart it did thrill
to stare at the dragon that he would soon kill.
The silence was broke by a word from the beast.
"Can I help you?" he asked, not annoyed in the least.
Sir Stanley said, "Yes! Some tears you can spill!
For I am Sir Stanley, and it's you I shall kill!"
"Hold on," said the dragon, stopping Sir Stan.
"I don't think that things should go on quite as planned.
For many have tried to nix me, and still
none can take credit for me as a kill."
"Wait..." said Sir Stanley, but he was cut short
by a step from the dragon and a fire-filled snort.
"Be brave," said the creature. "This game can you end,
"if you would stop killing and just be my friend."
So Stanley gave up and, joining his "pal,"
drank coffee inside with a dragon named Hal.
So remember, though they be bright green or dark blue,
the lesson is: dragons are just people, too.