The Dragon
A dragon lives around the bend
In a cave ‘neath the waterfall
Yesterday he stole Billy’s red shirt,
My toothbrush, and Amy’s doll

That old dragon is quick, he’s mean and sly,
And sneaks around our home
He eats our food and drinks our pop
And wastes the minutes on my phone

He has blue eyes and silver scales
And teeth like kitchen knives
And if you try to catch him today,
By tomorrow, you won’t be alive

One time he set our sofa aflame
With the heat from his fiery breath
Little Amy screamed and ran around
And demanded he be put to death

“Sorry, Dear,” my mother said
“But that couldn’t happen, you see
Everyone here is afraid, so who
On earth will get rid of this beast?”

“Not I” Billy said and hid under his bed
“Nor I” I agreed and sped off
“Well I cannot do it” my father announced
While the dragon just stood there and scoffed

And so the dragon continues to live
Just around the bend from our house
But someday soon I’ll become a great wizard
And turn him right into a mouse