The Boy and the Dragon -Part Two of Two-

“Very good” the young boy said, And walked up to the cave. “I bet you cannot burn this. No one is that brave.” “Why not! The dragon roared, And took another breath. He exhaled the heated fires of Hell, Making the cave wall as black as death “Impressive.” The boy smiled. But this last one may be a push. This task is near impossible: I want you to burn that dry bush. The dragon let out a hearty laugh And prepared for one last slaughter But the boy ran over to the river And filled his bucket with water. The boy closed his eyes and concentrated On never being afraid “I’m okay; I can beat this monster.” He gripped tighter to his blade. The boy was small and very weak And he wasn’t too quick with a blade, But the boy was smart and much too clever And he never acted afraid So the dragon inhaled one last time And heated up his throat He closed his scaly eyes, And prepared to give the bush a firey coat. But the boy jumped in with his bucket And doused the dragon’s mouth Then he grabbed his flask and drank a potion To make him unseen if things go south The dragon looked about in confusion For everything happened so fast “Where did you go, you stupid boy? And where is my fire?” he asked “I am invisible!” the boy said with glee It’s my dad’s secret potion. And you’ve run out of fire because of this bucket Which was filled up with water and set into motion The scaly dragon hung his head And sighed a smoky sigh. “I’m just so glad that you helped me out And now I must say goodbye. “You see, I couldn’t stop my terror For I am simply much too scary. But now that you have stopped my fire, I can laugh and be cheerful and merry!” The boy smiled and watched the dragon as he flew off into the night. The boy turned around and headed home, Worn out from the fight. But when the boy reached his home, He was greeted with a cheer There was shouting and laughing and singing and dancing And quite a bit of beer The king stood up to give a speech And raised his bubbling cup “To the boy!” he yelled and sat back down As a chant began to rise up “The boy is small and very weak And he isn’t too quick with a blade, But the boy is smart and much too clever And he never acts afraid”