We looked to the skies for myths of old
When countries were at war and miraculous inventions made
Flying ships peppered the sky with flags and cannons
Above our country, the Dreadnought guarded

A crew of three hundred and captain of royalty
Blazened with silver and gold, wood set with steel
The machine watched our skies, fearsome and fierce
Aloft by balloon and stocked by barrel of gun

One day a battle was brought to our home
Our precious vessel in the enemy’s sights
They flew with fury, and evaded with skill
But our Dreadnought was equipped with the purpose to kill

We fired with hell and glassed with ease
Making the enemies look caught in a breeze
Blimps exploded, and wood evaporated
The enemy ships were smited and fell into our city

The Dreadnought turned from the won fight
Cascaded death from where the threat once was
From one-thousand feet fell iron and board
Splintering hail floating down to city streets

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