11 August 2012
In every fired hearth, Lives a little dragon cub, If you're very quiet one night, You might see him come out for a rub, He's pretty shy, Just lurks in this cave, The one you have created, To make the flames behave, Some have snow-white scales, Fire burning at hot as the sun, Others are deep red and feisty, With a roar that sounds like a gun, Just keep them well fed with wood, Or else they'll turn into grenades, But most cubs lurking in your home, Are happy little dragon babes, Only a little misunderstood, For you can't make them stay, When these little ones are grown, You'd best just jump out the way.
(woo - 400th opuss!)
Fire Dragons • Opuss № I