*Farros catches word of the deed and merrily begins singing the song in taverns across the realms in as many taverns as he can to make it catch on*
Hey now, have ye heard of the black dragon tale?
where elves caught bad breath and dwarves took its scale?
Little feet did a dance on its old scaley head,
humans there do declare, "Aye, tis surely dead"
Oi, the main course had the dragon for its picnic
Well I'm just a showman, of course, of course
But never doubt a tale till you've heard the source
A moaning, groaning, somewhat foaming,
iguana corpse which lay there owning,
lines of ants eating dead dragon eyes...
oh what a feast when the dread dragon dies!
When livestock cheer and every princess sighs!
Thier bellies were all filled up on black dragon steak.
Pyrtechon steps aside form these great heroes' wake
Oh, did ye year the black dragon tale,
where the main course made it their picnic?