meredee won the race
The race was on, the results could be wonderful or dire
Meredee’s dragon was excited enough to breathe fire
Her parents shared a pokey family dragon named McFee
He was so slow, I doubt he could outrun little Meredee.
The contenders soared into the air, and around a big hill.
Some of the slower dragons were at the beginning line still.
It was a race that made my heart beat triple time.
My cousin Meredee won, which was rather sublime.
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