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The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight

Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game

No trees were left standing
and nay grasses retained green
it took three and a half years
for the streets to scrub clean

There was no building that
wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp
The laughing dragons noted down
another wondrous trip

All the churches did indeed receive
three hundred and thirty-three degrees
The poor clergymen were seen praying
whilst fallen down upon their knees

As the puissant dragons kept up their
ferocious attack, some pastors were heard
screaming for the good lord to come back

When the libraries burned down
it was such a terrible loss for the town
as the most intelligent of the peoples
were nowhere to be found

Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked
The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."

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