The Song of Dragons
Oh hey thy mighty dragons
Of colors I have seen
They walk among us all
Their scales a glistening sheen
Oh for I am here to warn
Of what you should expect
Depending on their color
So that you are not collect
The Reds are high and mighty
But dumb as one an oxe
Their breath is that of fire
Just dig deeper than the rocks
The Blues are small and skinny
Smarter than us all
Running will not help you
The best is alcohol
The Greens are silent as a snake
Kindest of the bunch
A hopeful friend forever
If you meet them after lunch
A Black is not a friend at all
Necromantic in their nature
Just give them what they want
And hope they like your favors
The last of all
The most worrisome
Is those the gods send
Hope you are pure at heart
And their crusade is at an end
And that is all, my warning spoke
Blue, Red, Green, Black, or White
Just hold onto the hope, these you will not fight
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