Throughout the annals of Dracōville old,
came invaders with dreams of gems and gold.
Armored warriors and sometimes great horsemen,
the worst of the lot were the big hairy Norsemen.
Theirs was a land of snow, mist, and ice,
with gods like Odin who was not very nice.
They traveled abroad not looking for friendship,
the tools of their trade were sword, axe, and longship.
The vikings assembled with their fleet all afloat,
aroused from their slumber the dragons took note.
The Northmen attacked for a hoard they would steal,
the dragons flew down for a nice juicy meal.
The vikings soon realized they had been rather hasty,
The dragons found them really quite tasty.
To Odin they cried but got only a snub,
he was having a drink in a Dracōville pub.
The attackers all gone except for their longships,
Dracōville now had some pretty new warships.
The moral of this story should be really clear-
With dragons about there is a lot to fear.