Sometimes I dream of dragons,
their scales so shiny and bright.
Dancing in the early dawn,
scales glistening in the light.

They dance and play with mermaids,
that frolic in the sea.
They give rides to those fair sea-maids,
to hear their shouts of glee.

I hear the roars so clearly,
mixed with shrieks of delight.
I watch them play so freely,
there in the mornings light.

To watch them doing cartwheels
is a site beyond belief.
To see such gentle creatures,
with such large claws and teeth.

I could have watched forever,
at their innocent play.
but as the sun slowly tops the clouds,
they slowly fade away.

Sometimes I think of dragons
and mermaids at their play,
and think one should enjoy themselves
before life passes slowly away.