Puff the Magic Dragon

Once upon a time there were the golden years… Where Miracles and Fairy Tales in my family did appear. When my son was very small, magic always wandered all around. Summers we went to visit Grandpa where wonderful boats did abound. Grandpa kept them on a lift, down at the great boat dock there. Food was always waiting nearby to feed the little fish. We always told my wee son that the big fish down below… Were the Mama’s and the Papa’s waiting to protect their brood above. And when we visited, we always cruised in the boats, by a little cave… We told my wee one; Puff the Magic dragon lived and dwelled there every day. And not only did he live there but he also visited at our dock… For no one else but him had the ability, to lift the great big boats up. Of course, we knew it was the lift that did all the lifting work. And it was all air powered, and when full bubbled air from underneath. But the wee one didn’t know that and the fairy tale lived on… So we would have him call for Puff the Magic Dragon, His pal from faraway, Whenever someone’s’ boat needed lifting, up at the dock each day. He lived in this fairy tale and called Puff his very own true friend. For Puff would blow the bubbles at his request to fill the lifting box. And one wee little boy giggled at Puff’s great work, every time. My dream for my happy family lasted a long, long time… Now Peter, Paul, and Mary wrote the song that brought Puff to life. I sang the song Puff The Magic Dragon to him in the bathtub every night. I wish to thank them profusely, for the happiness it brought into our lives… Thank you, again, for bringing a song and a fairy tale into my family… And especially to my one little guy.