Arthur, this is scrum dil e ish us.  Love it, love it, and think right much
of it ah do.  Now you need a simple tune, somethin
like a rune, and a comic with a tail and a hat.  You'll make a fortune bigger
than  Beowulf found in the cave, ah swear.  Man, or dragon, this has clout.
It's lumpy and bumpy, slimey and funny.  Sell it to tellie and have some
dragon jelly
 or your toast with your jam.  Sue
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 Music hath charms...

 A world-weary dragon explains his reasons
 for retiring as a town burning,
 village eating, havoc creating terror
 to further his musical studies.
 ............................................................................
 ........
 Ah'm wicked and clumsy, no fingers, all fumsy,
 a clatter-clawed, slobber-mawed, ragged-jawed blimp.
 A scaly dumpling. A fumbling, tumbling, all-blubber lump.
 An awkward-squad saurian quadruped ah's been called by some
 as should know better than to use dreadful langige like that.
 Ah 've forgotten his name but ah ate him the same
 and for afters his coat and his hat.
 Muh gob when it gapes' like uh couple of gates,
 all-palings and spikey and wide.
 Ah'm sluggily-ugly, ah'm slippery-slimey, gut-wrenchingly grimy
 and gooey and green deep inside.
 Ah stink like Vesuvius's asshole, ah'm a parcel of cinders and ash.
 Ah bump into things as ah'm passing and make 'em fall down with a crash.
 Ah'm a blunderer, a thunderer, a shaker,
 earth-quaker, tree-breaker, a lout.
 "Watch out, it's about" they scream and they shout.
 Ah'm a gurner, a burner, bigger than bunsen but brighter and hotter when
 cross.
 Ah slithers and scrapeses through all the dark places,
 make the foulest of faces, crying  'Boo!' and "Ah don't give a toss".
 Ah eat sheepses and goatses, one or two boatses but only the fattest of hogs
 ah chases old ladies and the smallest of babies
 and granddads and children and dogs.
 Ah'm big and ah'm bad and mostly ah'm mad.
 ah's scarey and shows it, ah don't care who knows it,
 ah've no saving graces, ah'm a galumph, a bully, a cad.
 A horny-backed, leather-winged terror,
 the Curse of the Skies, ah've been called,
 ah'm damned and doom laden, with a penchant for maiden,
 they knows it, and fears me, throws bloody great spears at me
 pursue and harass me, abuse, insult and sass me,
 rewarding my slaughter with the hand of their daughter,
 and a third of their kingdom, no less.

 Well ah've had it!
 Ah want none of it now,
 there's no fun in it now,
 ah want done with it now.
 Ah've found me a tune
 it's one ah can croon
 put words to as ah'm flying along
 so just let it be
 the music and me
 ah'll be happy ,you'll see,
 with my song.
 You can watch the sparks fly
 across the night sky
 as ah'm winging close by,
 my shade hanging black on the moon,
 alone with my strumberling, tremberling
 smouldering, emberling,
 tootling, fluteling
 malodorous melodious tune. >>