Three Faerie Sisters and the Dragon

 

The three little sisters one morning in May,

Happened to stroll down the road, all affray,

You see, the surface was damaged, burnt to a cob,

What’s happened? said Lisa, Was it a cat or a dog?

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No, Greta replied, her gaze on the road,

Something more peculiar than that, I suppose,

It was a dastardly creature, though what I’m not sure,

It was a Dragon, said Mildred, ‘and I am ever so sure!

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A Dragon? they answered. Are you quite sure that it is?

As sure as can be, she said, her mind in a whiz,

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How do you know that? they asked, seeking some proof,

Look, she said, pointing excitedly, It’s standing behind you!

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         Turning, the sisters saw what Mildred had meant,

A Dragon so tall it stood sorely bent,

Spitting fire and brimstone, smoke and dark fumes,

Watching intently, daring them to move.

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Oh what shall we do? they said to each other.

Kill it or cure it with our magical powers?

The Dragon, however, having plans of its own,

Casually walked past them as if in a world of its own.

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Where do you think it is going? Lisa asked, watching it,

Let’s follow and see, Greta said to her sis,

Following the Dragon, the faerie sisters, quite bold,

Followed it into a cave in a hillside remote.

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  Inside that damp space, the cave it was dark,

The sisters they struggled until a bright spark,

Coughed up by the Dragon, ahead of their pace,

Showed them just why it needed that place.

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Look, said Lisa, is that what I guess?

It is, said Greta. It’s an egg in a nest.

It’s hatching, said Mildred, full of bright glee.

It’s a Dragon, a baby Dragon, she said happily.

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Oh mama, said the baby dragon, they are looking at me!

Don’t mind them, she replied, they are faeries, by three.

What do they want? it asked, its mind in a whir,

Nothing, they want nothing, they are just nosy young curs.

Turning to face them, the Mother Dragon let rip,

Breathing fire and brimstone, smoke and hot grit,

Run! the sisters screamed. The beast has gone nuts!

Get out of this cave before she fries us all up!

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 The moral of this story, that the girls had drummed home,

Is mind your own business and leave others alone,

Some things are best left to their own means and device,

Especially Dragons and their babies, I tell you no lie.