In an English village,
In the smallest pub,
Lives the tiniest dragon,
Who prepares gastropub grub.
Using his flames to heat the pans,
And his minute wings to fan the flames,
Wilson the Welsh dragon,
Keeps his kitchen the best in the game.
No one knows when he started,
Or when he’ll end.
All they know is:
You can’t beat his Beef Wellington.
This is the tale of Wilson,
Who has but one wish,
That if you are near the Drake Inn,
Stop by for a plate of his famous chips and fish.