The Girl and the Clockwork Dragon.

In a kingdom high upon the hill, in a land of long agoSat a woeful king waiting for the sting of death's impending blowFor a clockwork dragon to the west burned a village all awayBreathing fire and steam, it had now been seen heading in the kingdom's wayProtective of his subjects, this king issued a decreeHe stood before his kingdom and cried, "This is what we need"

Men of valor who will fight the dragon to the deathWarriors to go extinguish fierce and fiery breathSelfless knights to fight in battle, man against machineHeroes who will give their lives for king and queen

The dragon got the king's best men, they were no match for the beastTo the fire they'd run, and yet one by one, every knight wound up deceased

Now a wee young girl named Valerie with an artificial heart To the king did speak and though small and meek She was kind and she was smart She asked the king,

"Why don't we try approaching peacefully?"

The king, he laughed and said, "Dear girl, I'll tell you what we need" Men of valor who will fight the dragon to the death Warriors to go extinguish fierce and fiery breath Selfless knights to fight in battle, man against machine Heroes who will give their lives for king and queen

But Valerie was strong of heart And she knew what she must do Her clockwork heart was guiding her And she had to follow through

And so she travelled to the fields, and she called the dragon nearAs it flew on down, it could hear a sound quite familiar to its earsThe ticking of her clockwork heart sounded so much like its ownAnd the calming tick had reminded it of its maker way back homeThe dragon bowed to Valerie to willingly concedeThe humbled king then proudly shouted, "She's the one we need"

We need Valerie to tame the dragon for us allWho'd have ever thought our hero would have been so small?She has soothed the savage beast, so sound your horn and drumWe shall sing her praises now for years to come

Long live, long live Valerie

Text by: John Mondelli

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