Alabaster blocks on high
A dozen bricks in all,
Fruitful treasure worth a mint
From cracking throats they call.
Carry to a nearby cave,
Crush them if you dare,
But first you must decapitate
The one you’ve chosen fair.
Slight modification:
Three rounds, two against one
Then you'll know my name.
I dwell among the brightest stars
Your pleasure is my game.
Icon of the fable king
Who lent me tale and tongue,
A happy pilot once was I,
From legless fiend days won.