She looks all sweet and kind

And though she may not read minds

She can tell the wrong sort

Even before they start to court.

They wonder why she’s single

Wonder why she wouldn’t mingle

They think of her as a mystery

And ask themselves if she’s in misery.

She’s calm unless provoked

She’s tough as nails when your feelings for her she’ll revoke

She won’t think twice to tell you otherwise

Boy, she will be your demise.

You can wait for as long as you want

Hoping you’ll change her mind, but you know you can’t

When she says “no”, that’s the final word

See, she battles dragons herself and doesn’t need you sword.