The decision’s made,
it is all go somewhere else,
and see how it goes.
The dragons have won,
the risk is too great for us,
we’ll run to the hills.
The elves aren’t that bad,
well that is what Joey said,
he was a nice lad.
The pen is mighty,
migthier than the sword right,
in the right hands though.
My eyes rolled in sand,
that is how they are feeling,
closing them is best.
The ground disappeared,
and below us only space,
and some thick, white clouds,
Falling I grabbed out,
and snagging a thick white cloud,
I climbed on board it.
A monkey whistle,
and we started to move fast,
whizzing through the air.
