"Help me, help me, help me," Princess cried, "Now! Quick!"
Then she began to scream real loud
The dragon gave a laugh, so proud
It seemed her future was in check
Bravely then, Sir Bennett yelled, ---""I'll rescue you!
I promise that he won't flambe [flambay]...
He won't flambe poor you!"

Riding to the chasm's edge
The prince, he vowed to chop off its head
He dreamed of all the different ways
Of how'd he make it go
"Hey, you are so far away, " she yelled,
"Where's your sword, you shmoe?
Is there a lance on you?
He'll do a dance on you!"

He--none too brightly
He--thought too longly
He--had no angels
Missing plot, the pouncing dragon
Threw him in the water
He sunk like a rock!
He sunk like a rock!

Princess punched it in its hand
Her meanest fight in all her days
And swung her hips to free her frame
It opened up its fist
She fell outside, no broken bone
Then she grabbed out of her purse
Her knife, and stabbed it in the butt
And did a dance of victory

She--fair and lovely
She--one and only
She--slayed the dragon!