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Dragon and his penguins were getting restless, as summer came, in style.
So Grandpa Troll opened an eatery, to keep them out of trouble, for a while.
Dragon would cook everything, as the penguins got a dance floor, very real.
Dragon craves attention, so they named it, The Dragon Fire Bar and Grill. 

All was swell, until an inspector showed up, set on closing down the bar.
No beers! Dragon and his penguins are under 21, he wrote down, so far.
Flamed by dragon had to go, he said, for dragon couldn’t control his fire.
As, it ‘Was’ a bit over done, Dragon was sent, to cook outside, as required.

The next decree; Dragon couldn’t light the birthday candles, while tableside.
You see, the first cake, went up in flames, as fire extinguishers rained, inside.
Autographs would not do, as dragons’ signature, is a touch of spoken flame.
In fact, Dragon was totally banned, by the inspector from, the slightest thing.

So, Dragon began to eye the inspector, like a stalk of celery, at a veggie convention.
Then, he suddenly dropkicked the Inspector out the door, with a smiling conviction.
Now, we had to make concessions, FAST, before the inspector, happily, expelled us.
The Trolls dragged him back, and sat him not too gently, on his bruised Kotukus.

But an eruption ensued, as tables got knocked down, while the Trolls walked thru.
With a, ‘Never give up’, I proposed a few, little, useful changes… I could argue.
Penguins became the waiters, to be tipped in anchovies, from a jar, on the table.
Tho, they couldn’t fathom not putting anchovies, in drinks, to make them special!

But, you might say, we’ll keep working, diligently, till we get out all the kinks...
We couldn’t figure out how to pay income tax, on penguins paid, in anchovies…
So we became non-for-profit; donating everything, to the new, Zoo Penguin Lair.
In the ‘Dragon Smoke House Soda Bar and Grill’, Dragon cooks out front, with flair.

Autographs would be, Employee Paw prints, from jars of beautifully colored paints.
Dragon and his penguins footprints, became put in concrete, as he wanted, so quaint.
Nobody seemed to mind, when concrete splashed over all, amide the grand applause.
Everyone gets umbrellas as Dragon lights the Baked Alaska birthday cakes, outside.

Then the Penguins, dance a Texas line dance, in Texas finery, for a birthday surprise!
Thank goodness it was only the first day… and giving up, to us, does not apply!
You see, people don’t come here for our special-cooked food, thank you, very much… 
They come to meet our crew, you know, and for our special kind of ‘Crazy’ ambience.
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