The Ballad of the Page's Quest

In days of old when knights were bold
The story's told, I hear,
Fair maid in dungeon damp and cold
Imprisoned for many a year.

Guard of the castle standing o'er
Great yellow dragon was he.
The only pathway to his door
Led under his balcony.

Gallant knight in armor bright
Bent on heroic deed.
Helpless the yellow hand to fight,
Snatched, he was, from his steed.

Alas, poor brother, we must send another,
The Round Table all agreed,
Each of us is as brave as the other,
We'll avenge this evil deed.

Send me, send me, the page boy pled,
Though I am but a lad.
The knights all laughed in scorn and said,
You surely must be mad.

Too small to ride upon a horse,
Afoot he began his quest.
The yellow dragon espied, of course,
His uninvited guest.

The mighty beast was set to destroy
The little page in his grip.
But through the fingers the nimble boy
Was easily able to slip.

Into the dungeon dark and drear,
The fair maid now in his sight.
The moral is, I think, quite clear,
Now that all is right.

If, after all the futile talking,
Hopelessness yet lingers,
Let your pages do the walking
Through the yellow fingers.