Dreamy Dragons  |
| Natasha Head |
The last two baby dragons
That roamed the earth,
Only blew fire of lava for mirth,
Without big grown up dragons there to help
They feasted upon only fruits, candy and kelp,
Every day they frolicked around and jousted,
Their wickedness diluted, slowly ousted,
The red,hot raging, fire that they breathed,
Diminished daily as they teethed
Their skin that was very, very, dry and glum
Turned bright, beautiful, rainbow colours that were fun
So the fire breathing beasties of the past,
Those bad ones were never ever going to last.
Now all the dragons in our minds,
Are now beautiful,colourful and kind!
Breathing only stardust and moon beams
Popping up only in our fairy tales and favourite dreams!
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