Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
When I see a fair damsel go by,
I just sigh a fiery sigh,
And she'd baked like a 'taterI think of her later
With a romantic tear in my eye.
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
But my lunches aren't very much fun,
For I like my damsels medium rare,
and they always come out well done.
The Dragon Of Grindly Grun was written by Shel Silverstein.