Deep in a cold dark cave of old
Lay a slumbering Dragon
Big and bold
His scales of silver, blue and gold
Enough to make your blood run cold
But for now his eyes tight shut
Snuggled up, tail round his butt
Snuffling, snorting twitching limbs
Dreaming of those flying wings
He dreams of sweeping from on high
Down river valleys, into clouds in the sky
He dreams of treasure and sparkly things
Bangles, bracelets, lots of rings
A hoard to be proud of, a Dragons nest
Most collected before from way out west
He stirs a little, getting comfy, cuddled up on the earthen floor
Dreaming dreams where less is more โจ
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