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Tiamat the Christmas Dragon
(sung to the tune of... oh, heck; I think you know the tune)
Tiamat the Elder Dragon
Had a half a dozen heads;
And if you ever saw her,
You would crap your pants in dread.
All of the other dragons,
Used to bow before her might;
They knew that if they'd diss her,
They'd be gone in just one bite!
Then one eldritch Christmas Eve,
A paladin came to say:
"Tiamat, with your soul so black,
WHACKETY-WHACK! WHACKETY-WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"
Then all the dragons ate her;
And they shouted out with glee:
"Tiamat, the Christmas Dragon,
Won't you save a head for me!"