‘Twas the Night Before Dragonyule, and all through the halls

Not a dragon was stirring, not even Mids the Smalls

The weapon scabbards were hung by the bed posts will care

In hopes that Phat Lewts soon would be there

Euden was snuggled all snug in his bed

While visions of Zethia Danced in his head

And Mym in her nightie, and I in my gown

Were snoring so loudly they heard from town

Then what should happen, but my belly did rumble

And out of my bed I did suddenly tumble

I was thirsty for eldwater, for summons I long

So started pulling for someone new to belong