The Dragon's Retort

Words by: Claire Stephens McMurray (c)1985 claire.mcmurray@sbcglobal.net
Tune of: Irish Washerwoman

Well, now I am a dragon please listen to me
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree
This ecology needs me, and I know my place,
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.

But I came to this village to better my health
Which is shockingly poor despite all my wealth
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.

                CHORUS:
                Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not
                But my favorite snack food with peril is fraught
                For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot
                Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.

Now we worms are deep thinkers, at science we shine
And our world's complicated with every new line.
We must quit all the things that we've done since the flood
Like lying on gold couches that poison our blood.

Well I'm really quite good almost all of the year
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me.

                CHORUS:

As it happens our interests are almost the same
For I'm really quite skillful at managing game
If I messed with your men would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.

But the number of babies a woman can bear
Has a limit and that's why my pruning's done there
Yet an orphan's a sad sight, and so when I munch
I'm careful to take out only virgins for lunch.

                CHORUS: