And that's why you're amongst the great crawling king snakes of Smaug up there....
Riddle me timbers,
shiver me this,
love is a virtue,
of which we all miss,
for very easy when it is true,
something has caught fire,
deep what's inside of you...
is truth never liars...
A riddle,
a riddle,
give us a clue,
before we are extinguished,
by the likeness of you....
I am a mandrel,
spouting my song,
I sing of King dragons,
and what is so gone...