There was a young man with a sword,
And with it his confidence soared.
He felled many beasts,
Well, in his mind, at the least.
"Get a shield!" was advice he ignored.
To kill dragons, did the young man aspire,
Twas his quest, set his brave heart afire.
He would run them clean through,
With one stroke, aimed so true.
With the other he played on the lyre.