I hear the party comin’ into my dungeon lair;
Some fighters, thieves, and clerics, and two mages with
white hair;
And I think my end’s a-comin’, no quarter will be shown;
I’m stuck inside a dungeon prison that was once my home


When I was just a hatchling, my mama told me, “Lad,
“Keep your scales well polished and watch out for
Galahad.”
But I attacked some lawful peasants, just to watch them
fry;
And now the lawfuls’ve come to get me, for being a not-so.
nice guy.


When I moved into this dungeon back a hundred years or
more, I wish that I’d remembered to install a new back door;
But now my long career is over, no more fiery raids;
I’m stuck in a dungeon prison, facing Vorpal Blades!