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Narrator:
Hold, friends, hold! We are very cold.
Inside and outside, we are very cold.
Something to warm us, if we may.
For that, kind folks, we'll give you a play.
There's a dragon about.
If you see him, shout!
He grunts.
He groans.
He growls.
He grins.
Watch!
Our revel now begins.
King Cole:
I'm King Cole,
and here is my bride.
I've a crown on my head
and a sword by my side.
Queen Meg:
I'm Queen Meg.
Hear what I say.
I'm scared of dragons,
but I won't run away.
Jack:
Jack's my name.
I'm brave as can be.
I can kill dragons.
They're nothing to me.
Blunderbore:
I'm Giant Blunderbore --
fee, fie, fum.
Here to fight dragons,
so I say, "Come!"
Jack:
The dragon I'll battle
without any fear,
but show me a giant,
and I'll disappear!
King Cole:
Come on out, little man Jack.
A thump on your rump and a whack on your back.
Tess:
My name's Tess,
full nine years old,
ready to battle
the dragon bold.
Narrator:
So here we join and take our stand,
Blunderbore, brave Tess, and Jack at hand.
If you see the dragon, ring a bell,
clap your hands, or give a yell.
Dragon:
Stand on head, stand on feet!
Meat! Meat!
Meat for to eat!
I am the Dragon --
here are my jaws!
I am the Dragon --
here are my claws!
Meat! Meat!
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Meat for to eat!
Stand on head, stand on feet.
St. George:
I am George, the famous knight.
What can we use to win this fight?
All:
These are our tricks --
ho, Dragon, ho!
These are our sticks --
whack, Dragon, so!
Ho!
Ho!
Ho!
Whack, Dragon, so!
Narrator:
Look, my friends, they've fallen down.
Can someone raise them from the ground?
The Doctor:
I am the doctor. I cure all ills.
Not with potions, not with pills.
I cure itch, stitch, pox, and gout,
pains within and pains without.
I'll cast a spell and wave my hand,
and order everyone to stand.
Like winter's end when spring rains fall,
Nature, be freed and heed my call.
Bloom again, rise again, one and all!
Get up, King. Wake up, Bride.
Tess, Jack, George, stand aside.
Up from the floor, Blunderbore!
Narrator:
The dreadful Dragon is no more.
All rejoice, girl and boy,
and wish the people winter joy.
Dragon:
Hey! What about me?
I've been bad, no doubt.
But must I lie here lonely,
all left out?
Narrator:
Dragons stay dead in stories of old.
But we agree to break that mold.
Rise up, Dragon, and kindly greet us.
We forgive you now,
though you tried to eat us.
Put up your sticks.
An end to the fun.
Stop all your tricks.
Our revel is done.
King: Be there loaf in your locker,
Queen: and sheep in your fold,
Jack: a fire on your hearth,
Tess: and good luck for your lot,
Giant: money in your pocket,
Doctor: and pudding in your pot!
All:
Something to warm us, if we may.
For that, kind folks, we'll give you a play.
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