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
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