There once was a Drago who had a trail he blazed
And was so cold and cool he couldn’t be fazed
Sitting and chilling inside the school hall
Squatting down in the corner to take a hard stool
When a couple of crooked farmers who were on the down low
Appeared in the town with their cows in tow
So he did a dirty job for there were hemmhoroids to tend
And that’s how he became the prince of bel-end
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