In the dark of night a troublesome beast

Soars about in the North East

Staring down at a village below

Thinking of a time long ago

When he would hear people shrieking and screaming

“A dragon is here!” with a nervous feeling

They were frightened of his beady eyes glimmering like stars

His sharp snout and fiery rampage scars

They were scared of the razor sharp teeth in his jaws

His daggers on his toes and his curly claws

They were terrified of the bony spikes on top of his head like a veil

And the layered scales running down his tail

They were petrified of his breath erupting venomously like a volcano

Roaring and huffing and puffing out an inferno

But this dragon never burst into roaring flames

Or had a destructive temper running through his veins

He was kind and liked to dance

Loved to sing and fly and prance.