Brandobaris just stood holding his sisters stalk of wheat And the dragon breathed in And the dragon breathed in and in and in and in and then?
The dragon breathed out breath of fire But Brandobaris was no longer staning there For he had flipped up in to the air To Land down on the old reds back Such an elegant jump what a leap A somersault with half twist, landing firmly on his feet An Arm raised up holding high his sisters stalk of wheat And then he began to Whack whack wack whack went the stalk of wheat all allong the side of the dragons hide and it knocked him off his feet
Crack Crack Carck The wheat stalk seemed to sing, and although it tried the dragon could not fly as Brandobaris beat his wings
smack smack smack again and again and again till the dragon had to run away for it could not stand the pain
From the cave to the valley all the way down Whiping the crying dragon in to the town and all of the Hin there gathered round for of that dragon they had no more fear Brandobaris told the Dragon leave and soon if you ever came back. I'll beat you with my Mothers broom And unlike my sisters wheat stalk it will put you in a tomb. The dragon flew away, and all the Hin folk gave a cheer
What of the Dragon treasure? you may all ask the towns folk had a skeaking task All Part of the plan now unmasked It involves a secret door The Game was so Brandobaris could disstract while Hin snuck in the cave behind the dragons back they loaded on treasure took it away in sacks of what he stole they got back ten times more
So the celerbration party did begin Lasting for a week or more. You know's us Hin But in joy there was some Sorrow remembering lost Kin But they knew they'd all meet again someday To the hero of the Hour they gave many many grand toasts They filled him up with pie and beer they were the perfect hosts before the party was over They had laid away all ghosts But by then Brandobaris had quietly slipped away
Now along a dusty road bestrides Mischief twinkling in his kind eyes Under curly brown hair a face so wise with a knowing little grin Allthough not thin not roly-poly, whistling a tune so Jolly You could not be melancholy there goes a very merry Hin
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Kind eye's and clever and he played canasta