By Thomas the town elder
Dragons give fright
To little children in the night
Looking for a midnight snack
The evil creatures attack
Get in bed and close your eyes
Soon the Dragons fly
Darting all about
Looking for those who sneak out
Go to bed and go to sleep
They can hear the slightest peep
If you're caught you will meet the need
And be the dinner on which they feed
You'll be chewed,
Or maybe stewed
They'll roast you with their breath
You'd better hope that's your death
Soon they'll much and crunch you in their teeth
It's horrid pain beyond belief
They'll pick their teeth with your bones
And use them to decorate their home
Little children run and hide
Or you'll end up fried
It's a gruesome fate
And it's getting late...
What's that sound?
It's Dragons on their way down.
By Darius the Bard
When many men fought and many men died
Maidens shrieked and cried
for their gallant men who valiantly died
Slings and arrow did fly
On the battlefield in early July
On Steady Steeds they did charge
Their numbers were rather large
Many men stood
And many men fell
Many went to Heaven from that bloody Hell
Only a few can the story tell
Brave men everyone
Neither side truly won
Many were lost
At a heavy cost
Mangled and dying they lay
Wanting someone to take them away
From the pain,
And the strain
Of a battle so long
Of men gone wrong
They died for their pride
Believing in their side
Power and Greed
Fueled their steeds
Mercy and Forgiveness
Were not their deliverance
To the death they did fight
Through the day and the night
Till the few left could take no more
Thus ended the bloody war
Of the Spring fields in early July.
But, each Knight left a squire
Who soon will acquire
A sword
To avenge their Lord
And the battle will begin
Once again
No one wins
On the Spring Fields in Early July.
AUTHOR: UNKNOWN
PERIOD: APPROX. 14th CENTURY
ORIGINAL TITLE: AJ TI, DIVOJKO SEGLJIVA
“O jocund maiden, maiden dear,
Please button up your collar tight,
Lest I should glimpse your bosom there,
And rising longings have to fight.
For when I glimpsed your bosom first
A fearful spasm shook me through
I turned away from all my life
I left my friends and lord for you.
O jocund maiden, maiden dear,
Take up that bucket on your head,
And on your arm an oaken pail,
And we our happy way will thread
Through copse and grove and flowery dell
To find a cool refreshing well."
And so their happy way they took
Through grove and copse and flowery dell;
And then at length as day drew on
They found their cool refreshing well.
The maiden put her bucket down
And to the ground she gaily fell
And said, "Beneath that leafy tree,
O gallant youth, will sleep with me?"
The gallant youth replied with doubt:
"But we are young and foolish yet
For sure we’d oversleep the dawn -
Your mother then would find us out,
And what a chiding we would get!"
The maiden trembled in her plea:
"A nightingale is in my breast
And yours contains another
These birds will rouse us with a song
We shall not oversleep the dawn,
or chided be by mother."
And so beneath the leafy tree
They intertwined their limbs as one,
They played in joy through all the night,
And sure they overslept the dawn.
The maiden's mother gently chid,
"When beneath the leafy tree you hid,
What was it, children, that you did?"