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