My darling dragon,
he never does as he's told,
He spilled a drop of water over him,
his fire went out,
he's blowing cold.
No matter how I tell him he needs to behave,
my wild teenage dragon always rants and raves,
he thinks not much of being good,
it's not like he misunderstood,
my silly little dragon son,
he's not eating fair maidens,
he lives on fish and chips,
however;
when he's standing on the sea shore,
he's partial to a piece of fish,
served up with seaweed and a couple of tasty ships.
(C) Livvi