Death of the Fire Dragon
by Chris

There once was a prince named Sigemund,
And there was his loyal nephew, Fitela
Sigemund was big and strong,
And Fitela was small and cunning

One day they swam across the sea,
As quiet as a breeze
Then they saw the dragon,
Guarding gold and never flagging

Fitela gave the tail a good twist, of course,
Then into the fiery head Sigemund forced
Portions of air, earth, and water
Then the dragon lay slaughtered

They left the dragon a fiery grave,
For it was their land they saved
Now in their lands riches will never fail,
And around the fires, they still tell this tale

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