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Last night I dreamt, said Dragon, that both, my Mama and my Dad, did live.
They were the most ferocious, and famous Dragons, which have ever lived.
If that is true… Why aren’t they here? When I need them, oh, so much?
Why did they have to go away? Why aren’t they here for me to touch?

Why do I only have them, at night? Why at dawn, do they fly away?
And why do they say, to listen to everything, you and Grandpa Troll say?
If I am fierce and fight you all, will they come back here, to be with me?
Why’d they say to listen to you guys, when you want me to be nice, and cuddly?

This wasn't easy to explain: But basically: all must pay for their crimes, as they abide.
And though the people did not like them at first, to be kind the Dragons never tried.
They quickly became public enemy number one, for never did they consider to share.
They decided that: to be mean and fierce, would get them all, to be found, anywhere.

In the end, all they did hoard, or not left unscathed, sealed their fate, my young love.
In the end they realized, everything they’d done was wrong, and couldn't be undone.
In the end they were hunted… by the very same ones… they attacked, with abound.
They had made it impossible, to co-exist with the people… that multiplied all around.

The people even made sacrifices, to appease their angry hunts, to try, to bring peace.
Never did they stop to think or believe, that they could live together, and must cease.
So they brought on famine to the people everywhere, while they feasted in their lair.
But eventually, they grew hungry, too, as they striped the land and it grew, slowly bare.

All other dragons went to the icy blue North, to escape, their soon to come, end.
Your parents realized for you to survive, on Grandpa Troll, they must finally depend.
So Grandpa Troll sought long and hard, to find you the perfect home, in which to grow.
It was my heart, which I spread all around, that caught his attention, he let me know.

The moral to this story is: that you get that which, you choose to give.
Always honor life, in all its forms, and you will always find that… Life is great to live.
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