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The Dragon's Flagon
A dragon lived high on a hill
Drinking his greatest skill
Not dreaming of raiding
Or eating young maidens
He would rather lay back and chill.
There once was a burly young knight
Sent out for a dragon to fight
Thought killing was cruel
He would rather duel
He hoped the dragons had left in the night
On coming upon the drinking dragon
He happily accepted a flagon
He lay down his sword
A drink was poured
They were last seen in an old wagon
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