I, Sir Lancelot, start to unsheathe my sword
Toward thee fierce beast who loves to horde
I fight for my loving dear the House of Camelot
Who waits for me with the weight of overwrought
And hopes for me to get the land restored
Thou fiery dragon try your strongest might
Against this awaiting furious knight
Even though you gleaming yellow teeth await
It is time for me to make you abate
Thou evil will be destroyed without delay tonight
Your hidden breast beneath thy mighty shield
Try’s to stop from being revealed
YET CAMELOT WILL SUCCEED
And then I slash thee open so thou will never be healed.