O Great orb steeped in gleaming saffron glow
with trailing wraiths of fairy-dreams in tow.
Are you busy kindling lovers passions?
Might you spare a minute to hear my plea?
I have lost my princess, to a dragon.
I know princesses are out of fashion
but this one is kind of special (just to me).
I know that your wise eyes see the crags on
every mountain and every ship at sea.
Surely, they noticed a flying dragon.
I hear he fled to the land down under
to a black cave where he stores his plunder.
If you would but whisper tis true
I will be eternally indebted to you.