Albert and the Wizard
One Autumn day in Misty wood a dragon could be heard
He wailed and bellowed through the trees and scared a passing bird
It was Albert the dragon with his wibbly wobbly belly
Tears streaming down his face cause he’d lost his yellow welly
His foot was very grubby and his claws were cold as ice
He squelched through mud and puddles trying to find some tasty mice
His crying woke an owl who was sleeping in a tree
The owl stared down at Albert and his very muddy knee
Albert walked on further till he reached a deep green pond
And met a grey old wizard who waved his magic wand
A thunder clap, a flash of light lit up the forest floor
Albert jumped with fright and let out a mournful roar
The wizard smiled a magic smile and waved his wand up high
Its ok Mr Dragon there’s really no more need to cry!
The owl had settled back to sleep and gave a tired hoot
As Albert looked down at his foot and his brand new yellow boot.
Why thank you Mr Wizard my foot is warm as toast
Wont you join me on my walk as I find some rats to roast
“No thank you” said the Wizard “your welcome for the welly”
He held his fingers to his nose “and your foot was rather smelly”
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