A dragon, with drag on Although rarely seen Beneath its scaly skin She was a dragon queen
She danced the dance fandango Whilst eating vindaloo Her firey farts, lit up the sky And caused a hullabaloo
The dragon king, saw these shenanigans And thought them rather daft But despite his better judgement He laughed, and laughed, and laughed
The dragon king, then joined his sister Putting on a pink tutu Quaffed some ale, and cider And ate some vindaloo
What happened next, i cannot say And it cannot even be guessed But by all accounts, it didn't end well AS dragons with drag on, will never be a-dressed