“Do Virgins Taste Better(also known as An old Cliche Revisited)

A dragon has come to our village today
We've asked him to leave but he wont go away
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we respect
But we cant help but wonder and pause to reflect.

(chorus)
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried,
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by
'Cause we can't wait around till your too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure
They always are pretty, they always are pure
But your notion of dining it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

(Chorus)

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virings to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

(Chorus)”

“A Dragon's Retort

Well, now I am a dragon please listen to me
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree
This ecology needs me, and I know my place,
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.

But I came to this village to better my health
Which is shockingly poor despite all my wealth
But I get on assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.

(Chorus)
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not
But my favorite snack food with peril is fraught
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot
Yet virgins taste better than those who are not.

Now we worms are deep thinks at science we shine
And our world's complicated with every new line
We must quit all the thins that we've done since the flood
Like lying on gold couches that poison our blood.

WEll I'm really quite good almost all of the year
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear
But a birthday needs sweets I'm sure you'll agree
And Barbecued wench tastes like candy to me.

(Chorus)

As it happens our interests are almost the same
For I'm really quite skillfull at managing game
If I messed with your men would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.

But the number of babies a woman can bear
Has a limit and that's why my pruning's done there
Yet, and orphan's a sad sight, and so when I munch
I'm carefull to take out only virgins for lunch

(Chorus)”

“No wonder you are still a virgin.”

“Andy Warhol's "Dracula"

Drac - "Za blood of zees horse iz killink me!"”