"Beware the Sydneywock, o man!
The eyes that bite, the claws that catch!"
Begged Callo. "Pray have a plan
"Or I fear you may meet your match!"

"Reinforcements? I am they.
"Or them, as the case may be!"
Having spoken, he made his way
Into the Barony, after Sydney.

He took his hagane sword in hand
And for a time his foe he sought.
But the VKP couldn't understand
Why it was so all-fired hot.

And, as in confusion Ashley stood
The Sydneywock, damascus-arm'd
Did step out through the flaming wood
And lo! by flame he was not harmed!

Raising his voice, Ashley did bellow
"Sydneywock, I've come for you!"
But Sydney smiled and whispered "No.
D'tokky-wock will have to do!"

And wyvern came through ceiling glass
Gurgling awfully as he came!
D'tokky-wock, with scales of brass,
Standing tall against the ruddy flame!

One, two, three, four, a chain attack!
Great D'tokky-wock mewled and fell!
And swiftly Ashley took a step back
As the flames sounded a death knell.

But crafty Sydneywock had fled,
With Hardin and boy in tow,
So Ashley claimed D'tokky's head
And thought, "Perhaps I ought go?"

"And hast thou slain the Sydneywock?"
Cried Callo, all aglow.
"Nay, wench, just wyvern D'tok."
Growled Ashley. "To Lea Monde I go."

'Twas Ashley, in his leotard,
With antennae in his hair;
Eight weapons stuck in his petard
And shorts, sans derriere.

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