This is a tale that has never been told,
a story of love and a dragon’s throne.
He married an elf and made her his own
for his love for her could not be controlled.
So hear this sad tale from the days of old;
The two were together, never alone.
Then in came a wind a giant cyclone,
shaking the rafters; their little house rolled.
Hear the sad story of how the elf died.
If she held her breath, before it started
and turned her head from the dragon’s backside;
he wouldn’t now be so broken hearted.
The dragon was sad and O how he cried,
‘twasn’t his breath; she died when he farted.
Adding your comment:
love, lane
You really got me at the end here with this one. 
