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Morgana was born into her role as dragon raiser as a sixth daughter
The beasts she nurtured were sweet as youth, but grew to slaughter
Some thrived near lakes and swamps, all kinds of glistening water.
Morgana showed them how to survive well springs that were hotter.

One of her newest baby dragons was unwilling to listen to her at first.
He kept burning his tongue on the well spring water, quenching his thirst.
Cedric is daring, she told everyone as his lung filled up in a burst.
My last two baby dragons were both decidedly worst.

We could see that Morgana had a forgiving heart for this beast.
He was soon leading her armies in battle from the north to the east.
Morgana and Cedric left most of their enemies critical or deceased.
When they returned to the cavern they would celebrate with a huge feast.

They are a formidable pair, the king said, intimidated quite a bit.
And that dragon is hilarious, he has a keen, entertaining wit.
He takes orders so well from Morgana, even when he is lit.
His queen knew his heart; king was jealous of the dragon raiser chit.

You could have your own dragon, she said, assuring him.
But his fear factor was strong, this King named old Jim.
So he sat on his throne, studying the dragon with vim.
Scared of both Morgana and Cedric, as the king was quite dim.

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