Dragon’s wit
Silver, silver,
Bright as moons,
Taking up
The largest of rooms.
Six hundred servants,
At his beck and claw,
But woe be unto you,
If you so much as fall.
Serving my Lord is daunting,
And dangerous to boot,
But after seven years of service,
You get a piece of master’s loot.
No gold or gems are equal,
No painting deserves a look.
He’s the only one with any;
A hundred, million books.
Silver, shining,
Brighter far than stars.
Is serving a dragon worth it?
I think so by far.
