(To the tune of Daydream Believer. "With feeling, everyone.")

If I could hide

Beneath the wings,

Of a dragon as he swings,

Over land and sea

To level two.

As he lands,

And I rise,

From my saddle in the skies,

The great wyrm tells me to hurry

Up and leave.

Cheer up sleepy genie!

Oh what can it mean,

To the poor dungeoneer

On a slow-moving team?

When we went to sea,

Majida smiled up at me,

"Nemanor get you to level three."

But this quest is slow enough

Without crossing oceans rough.

Why's that wyrm never where he should be?

Cheer up sleepy genie!

Oh what can it mean,

To the poor dungeoneer

On a slow-moving team?

(Repeat ad infinitum.)

Oh well, at least it's a clean one. :-S