A Dragon's Fall

In days to come, they’ll bang the drum. And sound the praise of England’s chum. Sir Godric bold, as they’ll be told, Did have inside a heart of gold. He waved goodbye, so he could try, To find the place where dragon’s fly. He found with care, the dragon’s lair, And bravely matched it’s loathsome stare. Though it breathed fire, he did not tire, But, risked his life when all looked dire. Then he did yell, an ancient spell, Which could it’s strength and vigour quell. Quick as a toot, he straddled brute, And once for all gave it the boot. The beast a wreck, he gave a check, And plunged his sword into its neck So no more dread, the beast is dead, To prove it he cut off its head. So tell to all, a dragon’s fall, And how a man heard England’s call. And stand amazed, with glasses raised, Sir Godric bold, his name be praised!