Race You to the Top of the Morning Philip Quast

[ARCHIBALD, spoken]
Now, let's see. When we left off last night, the hideous dragon had carried the maid to his cave by moonlight. He gnashed his teeth, breathed his fire, the earth trembled and quaked with fear. Ah, I said:

(sung)
Someone must save this sweet raven-haired maiden
Though surely the cost will be dear
So we lads all drew lots
Our insides tied in knots
And I won!
And the rest disappeared

So, I picked up my staff
And I followed the trail of his smoke
To the mouth of the cave
And I bad him come out
Yea, forsooth, I did shout
"Ye fool dragon, be gone! Or behave"

And then under my breath
I uttered a charm
Said to make the worst fiend become kind
Knaves and knights of dire plights
Now diminish his sights!
And it worked and the dragon went blind

And he charged off the cliff
Howling mad and he died
And the maiden accepted my ring
Then a son came along
Who was brave, bold and strong
And in thanks, every night now I sing