Through her veins the venom ran

Sweet, quiet Mary Ann

All she wanted was to be powerful and strong

But sickening tones became of her swan song

Her eyes turned a golden, shining hue

Her skin turned to scales, shimmering and blue

If you hear a roar coming from the underground

Know that the dragon is around

Under the mountain with all her gold

Slowly she grows desolate and old

It was years ago this all began

With stubborn, greedy Mary Ann