There was a dungeon, so deep in the hill,
that noone could ever get there and chill.
Because of the darkness inside and around,
there never a treasure could ever be found.
I came with a lamp, I was watching the floor.
Goldcoins I saw, like never before.
The hoard of a dragon it was, I was sure.
The dragon was gone and the goldcoins were pure.
So tell me whatever you like about hills.
Sometimes it is that a pocket it fills.
Even the dwarves came on top of the earth,
telling their king that a journey it's worth.
Conclusion, I say, is remarkably said,
dragons and hoards can not always be bad.
that noone could ever get there and chill.
Because of the darkness inside and around,
there never a treasure could ever be found.
I came with a lamp, I was watching the floor.
Goldcoins I saw, like never before.
The hoard of a dragon it was, I was sure.
The dragon was gone and the goldcoins were pure.
So tell me whatever you like about hills.
Sometimes it is that a pocket it fills.
Even the dwarves came on top of the earth,
telling their king that a journey it's worth.
Conclusion, I say, is remarkably said,
dragons and hoards can not always be bad.
