A Dragons Tale

Connor the baby dragon went to see the queen He knocked upon the palace door insisting he was seen The courtiers and the equerries on seeing the little tyke Told him to be off at once his kind they did not like They ushered him outside the gates and told him, go away Said that he should leave at once for here he could not stay He begged of them, he pleaded, to let him take a look The palace staff were adamant and said “now sling yer ‘ook” Not one to give up easily he tried another tack Walked around the corner and sneaked in round the back He wandered through the corridors the Staterooms and the halls Until he found the largest room where the Queen holds all her Balls He gazed at all the splendour, mouth agape in awe Till something made him jump, and guess what Connor saw The person that he’d come to see was sitting at the table The object of his visit, Her Majesty, Queen Mabel “Your Majesty“, he mumbled “It’s you I’ve come to see” Then remembering his manners dropped down on one knee “Get up, dear boy” the Queen replied “come here and sit by me Tell me why you’ve come here, sit down and have some tea” Connor told her of his travels from his home so far away Of how he was an orphan and how he’d like to stay The Queen, touched by his story summoned each and everyone And let the people know at once, exactly what she’d done “This dragon” said the Queen “is going to be my mascot He’ll accompany me tomorrow when I go to Royal Ascot” From that day forth young Connor was at the good Queens side When walking in the gardens or going for a ride The pair were both inseparable and never would they part Though just a lowly Dragon he had won the monarchs heart