The toughest hides cannot be pierced,
And their attacks are all too fierce.
So while you can, I suggest you run,
Run from the menace that is the dragon.
Off the edge of the map, in untravelled waters,
There are evils around, the bravest man falters.
The dragons are raging, as their tails curl around.
They land on the deck and their attack is imbound.
Dragons were always fabled, to be the smartest of creatures,
The Captain stood on deck, looking like one of the preachers.
He recited a poem, using his own fabled wisdom,
And it halted the fight, before it had even begun.
Off the edge of the map, fighting the toughest of monsters.
But we will overcome, the stuff of the greatest nightmares.
For we are the forgiving saviours, and the remorseless slayers,
We are the Black Fedora Pirates, and Here There Be Monsters!