569 : Baptiste the Dragon

Baptiste the Dragon

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,

As kind as kind could be.

He breathed no fire,

Played songs on a lyre

And had sticky buns for tea,

For tea,

And had sticky buns for tea.

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,

As sweet as a baby lamb.

He would hold open a door,

And would never snore

And offered his seat on a tram

On a tram,

And offered his seat on a tram

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,

All sugar, with no spice.

He was so bland in every sense

Even St George took no offence,

And children asked his advice,

His advice,

And children asked his advice.

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,

He loved to smell the flowers

He’d bathe in the sea,

Drinking chamomile tea,

And read poetry aloud for hours,

For hours,

And read poetry aloud for hours.

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,

But there’s a lessen for those of his ilk.

He was completely beguiled

By a sneaky little child

Who ate him with a glass of milk,

Of milk,

Who ate him with a glass of milk,

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013

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