The Reluctant Dragon: No. 3, The Villagers and St. George Arrive

But hark! What do I hear in the distance?

We want the dragon, smack him, do him drop his head off
We want the dragon, smack him, spike him at his throat
We've got Saint George, we've got Saint George
And his horse and sword and buttercoat
When Saint George is done with him he won't be worth a groat
We want the dragon, he's been looting, rape and pillaging
We want the dragon, he's been scorching all the crops
Saint George will smite the perisher, the awful scaly ravisher
Saint George will swoosh his great big
Sword and thump him round the chops

Oh how uncouth, how vulgar
How unutterably awful
And it doesn't even rhyme
But who is this?

Saint George at your service
The hour of reckoning has come, Sir
Never more shall you wreak your terror upon these poor simple folk
What weapons do you choose?

Weapons, dear fellow? None, dear boy
Can't fight, won't fight
Anyway, why must I be defeated?

Because it's in the story