20 July 2012
There are tales known in the east
Of a serpent living long ago,
A fire breathing, scaly beast
That made these rugged slopes his home.
Many a knight was swallowed whole
To feed his gruesome appetite,
Smelted in his fiery bowels,
To a lump of steel shining bright.
But merchants with their wagons loaded,
Fat with coins and furs, its mentioned,
Would leave the monster feeling bloated
Far too rich for its digestion.
So I scour caves and gullies,
For it’s these stories I’ve been told
Of treasures hidden here that leave me
Searching for a fart of gold
And I’m getting’ old.
(with deepest apologies to Neil Young)
I've Been a Miner ... • Opuss № I