Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three
He would sleep it off outside the Fiesty Chicken Inn
Having dreams of rivers of beer and lakes of gin.

Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three
Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three

He is often difficult to wake
And would have a headache
Other dragons would come by and frown
To see another of their kind so down

Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three
Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three

Sometimes when awake, songs he would judge
But if there were no dragons, he would hold a grudge.
He drank too much at the Festival of the Queen
And fell asleep at the fair, as was routine.

If he were sober, oh what tales he could tell,
Or even perhaps, weave a beautiful spell.
If ever he hears this, I hope he's not distraught,
But gives the meaning of his life some thought.

Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three
Elmore the dragon never drank tea
He'd rather have a keg of ale, or three