The old man raved of dragons slain And maidens’ virtue saved, Of battles fought by castle walls, Of honor of the brave. His family snickered ’neath their breath Of whores who were not maids, Of windmills fought, not mighty beasts, Of madness near the grave. I wonder at the feeble minds that take The glory they could see, And of bold dragons, windmills make, And hear no maiden’s plea.