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I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun
I breathe fire as hot as the sun
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun
When I see a fair damsel go by, (eeyo)
I just sigh me a fiery sigh
And she'd baked like a tater, I think of her later
With a romantic tear in my eye
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun
But my lunches aren't very much fun
For I like my damsels medium rare
And they always come out well done
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