I went to slay the dragons With a stick and a full head of steam Tried to find a needle In every haystack in between Rolled a boulder up every hill Finished not a one Bound some twine and angels' wings And set up straight for the sun Walked through storms and blizzards With my head held up high Faced the legions of my enemies Even though I knew I would die Saddled up and left my homeland Chased the questing beast Tangled up in the treetops Kept reaching for the feast Gonna tilt at windmills Gonna find that holy grail And only when I win will I see I'll see that I have failed
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