The Dragon's Lair

Mountain paths are winding road the red crest of a twisting dragon heaped on the earth about to unfold a bolt of fire unleashing sharp talons where could it lead? What cavernous jaws let's make camp in its mouth while it snores it has plaque deposits said to be gold. That's been here since the dinosaurs we must remove this from a dark abode and equally, all share - no short straws. Bring it into the light. Look, let's not- squabble or fight, there's enough for all and let's not care for murder or plot this bullion is ours by the bucketful. Grab your shovels, lads and bend your back let's move this damn earth in sack-cloth-rags and should some old dragon steal it all we'll see to it he's gnawed by giant rats and that his head rolls on the seafloor we're not here to make richer these aristocrats.