Guard Dragons In My Garden
Guard Dragons in my garden
I beg your pardon?
What are you growing that you need,
Guard Dragons in your garden
A whole host of weed?
Or perhaps something stranger indeed?
Maybe because
Despite the appropriate laws
In that fenced in acre and a half
Behind your home
You have the rarest gnome
The one that can always make you laugh
You know the tiny imp colored green
The one wearing shades at every scene
Whether twilight or midnight
And pray tell what do your dragons eat?
Delicious licorice?
Or perhaps something more sinisterly sweet?
Lake a damsel in distress
Wearing a pink cotton candy dress
Oh I can guess
Why there are Guard Dragons in your garden
In the morning I hear them roar
In the evening I hear them snore
To them life must be one great bore
For all the champions of the sword
Have joined together in one accord
To flagrantly ignore
Your Guard Dragons in the garden
These knights their hearts did harden
And they have forsaken all nobility
And chivalry
And function simply as roughnecks
Having lost all the ladies respect
Except those seeking a cheap thrill
But alas such a lass
Always will
Sell out cheap and lose no sleep
But my mind ponders and wonders
What happened to the heroes of the downtrodden?
Despite being highly
paid
They are all afraid
Of Guard Dragons in the garden
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