lived by the sea,
and frolicked in the autumn mist,
in a land called honali,
Dragons live forever,
but not so little boys,
Painted wings and giant rings made way for other toys,
One grey night it happened, jackie paper was no more,
and puff that magic dragon, he ceased his mighty roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane,
without his lifelong friend, puff could not be brave
so puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.
