By Aurelia West
There once was a bard
who would sing as he strode
from the hills to the valleys
of his voice all were told
Never fought a great beast
Since he lurked around folk
But on one of his travels
He came upon a great foe
A humongous red dragon
and he was all alone
He had little ideas
but could not run or groan
So he used what he knew best
the voice that all knew
and the dragon was tamed
Not a need to be slew
Now he sings of this story
to anyone that will listen
There is no need to kill beasts
even if at your wit’s end