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An abandoned dragonling I did find,
I took him in and built a metal shed
for this dragonling to lay his head;
he grew to have a profound mind.

When dragonling was about four,
books he actually began to read
and he did it with amazing speed;
through all books we had, he’d pour.

One day while reading something humorous,
his laugh let out a bit of flame,
though him for destruction we couldn’t blame;
a laugh burned half the house, seemed ludicrous!

We rebuilt and by then he was seven,
the craving for reading he still had,
and so for his birthday he got an iPad;
once again he was in literary heaven.

He’d searched a way to control his flame,
found it on Google, but inhibited his burps
and from his other end they drove us berserk;
we bought him a gazebo where he’d read all day.

The thing about dragons is humans aren’t aware,
they’ll need much more than nutrition,
but due to his literary ambitions,
unknown to us for college, he prepared.

Claimed he could pass an entry exam,
now can you imagine our shock,
we had the smartest dragon on our block;
so we began to help him cram.

Getting a dragon in college is hard,
we begged, pleaded swore we could prove,
that our dragon would fit into that groove;
the dean said he could take classes in the yard.

We bought dragon a laptop for his studies,
and he matriculated startlingly fast,
with a 5.0 every class, he passed;
joined a fraternity with his new buddies.

When graduation rolled around,
dragon an honored commencement speaker,
said a great deal about his wonderful teachers;
we thought the applause would never die down!

So proud he was of his degree,
though by now he needed glasses,
to get through his new graduate classes;
off to the eye doctor he did flee.

With his frames he was delighted,
he looked such an intellectual,
he continued accruing degrees so perpetual;
despite the fact he was nearsighted.

When time came to receive his Ph.D.
dragon was bursting with pride,
accepting it he was teary-eyed;
trying to hold in his glee.

We’re proud to say to this very day,
our dragon, a professor of literature;
has become an author so very mature,
and we’re glad we took him in that day.

So if you should find an abandoned dragonling,
don’t be afraid to adopt the little critter,
though they may be a spark transmitter;
they may grow up to make a name; earn bling.

It’s true that looks can be deceiving,
though some creatures humans deride,
to give them a chance can bring real pride;
when they grow and begin achieving.
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