O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The dragons they have all arrived And no birds sing. Hidden textJust a little spin-off from the glow-worms game
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster. The remains of this extensive wood are still to be seen at the noble seats of Wentworth, of Warncliffe Park, and around Rotherham. Here haunted of yore the fabulous Dragon of Wantley; and much was fought over until his far-flung brood bethought them of a reunion, and on that day in June the dragons arrived.