Search a lion’s den, the rusty cogs of Big Ben
Grab them from a bats supersonic waves a yard full of graves

Inside trees, from the hives of bees
The oldest star somewhere a few miles far

In every word on a page, from a  great beasts rage
In a sleeping cave, from a royal knight so brave

From a sleeping bear, under the one creaking stair
A futuristic hoverboard, a sleeping dragons hoard.