The Dragon's Retort
Words by Claire Stephens
TTTO The Irish Washerwoman


     G
Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me
    D7
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
      G
This ecology needs me, and I know my place,
        D7                       G
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.


Well, I came to this village to better my health;
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.


Chorus:
     G
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
       D7
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
       G
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
     D7                        G
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.


Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year;
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets, as I'm sure you'll agree,
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me.

Chorus

As it happens our interests are almost the same--
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.

Now, the number of babies a woman can bear
Has limits. That's why my pruning's done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight, and so when I munch
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch.

Chorus