The Firestorm Dragon
Beware of the dragons glares.
And he never shares
He will rip your skin off with his sharp claws.
And he never pauses.
His teeth are like elephant tusks.
He is always up at dusk
His spikes on his back are as sharp as a knife.
His skin is as rough as bearskin
He will blow fire at you and burn you down.
He is the trouble of the town.
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