ir Merlin was a wizard,
who only like magic,
but hated gizzards.
His favorite spell was "wagic,"
which turned her white
if they weren't a knight.

While on the road
Merlin met a knight
on top of a toad.
He must have had a fight
with banged armor like that
but not with a bat.

"My name is Sir Press
I came from that way,
Oh what a mess
I've mad this day."
"The strong dragon
killed all in my wagon."

"Was it Freeze
the one that breathes fire,
doesn't like the breeze
and is often a liar?"
"The one who is mean,
but not lean?"

They decided they might
go find the red
and start a fight
if he was in bed.
They were strong,
but often wrong.

They found him asleep
in his cave
not making a bleep,
only sound was his wave.
He came to life
without his wife.

"Who goes there?"
asked Freeze.
He was tougher than a bear
weaker than the breeze.
He was as mad
as a dad.

Who fought first
the two or the dragon?
Then a burst
came from the one baggin'
the most magic
although he didn't know the spell "wagic."

The two retreated
and were hurt
but were treated
with only dirt.
They went back
following the track.

They found a plan
that was very tough
they didn't use a fan
but it wasn't a bluff,
so they found
a windy mound.

They set a flame
on the place,
where the game
wouldn't use a mace.
Freeze was attracted
but was impossible to be retracted.

Freeze had come
and with the breeze
he was done
with no more time to have a sneeze.
Freeze was gone
forever long.