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A prehistoric dragon, with a taste for Pterodactyl; 
felt a major hunger pain while penning a few dactyls.

Dropping hammer and chisel, he flew off for his hunt; 
it wasn’t long at all when, he spied himself a runt.

The tender meat, to him would be a tasty little treat 
but, runt’s fly fast and could he last till capture was complete?

His aim was great so, in he flew to the Pterodactyl nest; 
but a runt did dragon spot and it put him to a test.

Though dragon was of middle age; eight thousand years or so; 
his agility was still quite good and he gave the chase a go.

His meal once caught, he’d sear and eat; his fire was good and hot 
but, an easy catch, this little runt was not.

Its swiftness was unusual; though speed he couldn’t clock.  
He was certain he’d not slowed down but, then he smacked a rock!

Oh my, the stars that swirled around, his bruised and aching head; 
the runt was gone; dragon staggered home and lay down in his bed.

The moral of this story, have variety in your diet; 
you’ll always have enough to eat; just try it.

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