Here’s a tale about a dragon
And I’m sure it must be true:
It was told me by my grandpa,
Who would do the same for you.
Now he said that he saw this dragon
When his family had a farm;
This had left them all quite worried
That their sheep might come to harm.
So each day, the sheep were counted,
But they found none burnt or fried;
Not a lamb was ever roasted,
Or the dragon just once spied.
It then seemed that only grandpa
Still believed the dragon real,
So I’m sure you can imagine
How that made poor grandpa feel!
Now, of course, he wasn’t old then:
Maybe eight or nine at most,
So his parents then suggested
That perhaps he had seen a ghost –
Of a dragon that once lived there:
One that breathed out fire and smoke.
But he said they were quite mistaken:
He’d just made it up as a joke!
