It sparkled and glinted all snug in my cave,
The treasure I took, they couldn’t save.
From Fairies in the north and Gnomes in the south,
they couldn’t protect themselves from the fire in my mouth.
They shot arrows at me after I’d made my haul,
but my hide was too thick, they didn’t pierce it at all.
The treasure lay scattered about the floor,
until my cavern just couldn’t hold any more.
I guarded it with a snarl and a growl,
my fearsome white teeth all set to maul.
My long leathery wings outstretched in the sun,
stripy legs and paws, with claws at the feet just for fun.
No one would dare steal my loot,
for fear of being eaten alive by me, the brute.
Now I sit in happy silence by my lair,
Knowing full well that Drigers never ever share.
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