They sought to build a dragon,

with fortitude, and twine.

At six, they'd climb the mountainside,

on ladders, built with humble pride,

and pause for prayer at nine.

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The dragon's wings were primed with hope,

his glare was fixed with pitch.

The rig, secured, with a rousing song,

(that always ran five bars too long)

was finished with a hitch.

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They sought to catch a dragon,

(or so I have been told)

With coaxing, of a generous price,

Then tempting, with a generous slice

of millet cake (served cold.)

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But, hardly had the beast set sail,

when to the crew's distress;

Just as the wheels had left the ramp,

the dragon groaned of stomach cramp,

the rest we can but guess.

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Such is the legend handed down,

through seasons and through song.

Sure as the law of gravity,

they're going to build another three,

to find out what went wrong!

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