Cabbage
Once it was a winter dreary
Light was weak, my bones were weary
Thirteen summers passed and counting
I heard the clatter of hooves amounting
Thinking it only the witch
I barely gave a huff and a twitch
But lo behold a Knight in shining armor
So upon my weary bones I did clamber
Up my throat the magma churning
upon the ground a corpse was burning
Why wait thirteen summers you see
my eggs lay with princess til she be free
what will most certainly be the death of me
But not this day, not this winter, not this year
For if they win my hatchlings fate be clear
So for this undetermined patch of time
I watch the princess for she is mine
Once next summer hot and sweltering
I curled up under air near melting
Now fourteen summers and counting
I heard the clatter of hooves amounting
I knew it twas not the witches dash
She and girl were in the cabbage patch
I stood upon bones a creaking
Watched the burnt prince charge a fleeing
The tower stood a flower scripted
my girl the artist locked away gifted
Once it was an autum crisp and cooling
I blinked away my sleep still drooling
For I heard the clatter of hooves amounting
It was now fifteen summers and counting
A village fool scrambled up a shouting
My princess stood at the window pouting
I ate his hound still a yowling
and sent the man on burnt and scowling
My princess said the eggs grew more each day
So back below the tower I lay
Once it was a spring warm at last
Soon to be seventeen summers fast
I heard the clatter of hooves amounting
For it was sixteen summers and counting
I watched a warlock cross the witch's wards
My tail swung out and flung him forwards
He flew into the cabbage patch
All that remained was his hat
The princess hair grew long and wild
Like the patch's vines not so mild
It was a winter cold and wet
A farmer stood before me shoulders set
I'd heard the clatter of hooves amounting
It was now seventeen summers and counting
But I remained within my ditch
The man had come to court the witch
The princess watched with eyes still dry
alone but for my eggs up so high
It was a summer mild and warm
Tower and I pelted by the storm
When I heard the clatter of feet and paws
I caught my children in my jaws
As my princess scaled down the tower
I felt joy bloom like a flower
My princess had set herself free
So too my babies and so two me
It'd been eighteen summers I had counted
Upon my back the princess mounted
I readied myself as she tied her baggage
Away I flew with a princess named Cabbage