Pupplesnuff
There is a land called Bowkabay
Beyond the moon far, far away
And in this strange and wondrous land
Lies a crystal sea with golden sand
The Raspa trees grow tall and green
Like nothing you have ever seen
Flamento flowers bloom at night
To catch the dew and clear moonlight
Beside the cliffs of Meltramoor
Across a valley corridor,
Within a cave upon a bluff,
Lives a dragon they call Pupplesnuff
A gentle creature kind and fair
With wings to fly upon the air
His silv’ry scales are smooth and bright
They glisten in the morning light
When the day turns into night
Pupplesnuff will then take flight
He soars upon the moonlight beams
To visit children in their dreams
And when they’ve closed their sleepy eyes
He’ll take them riding through the skies
Upon the winds they’ll sail away
To frolic ‘til the break of day
Past the stars that shine so bright
Off they’ll go in mystic flight
The children from both far and near
Love the gentle dragon dear
But when the morning starts to dawn
Ole Pupplesnuff gives out a yawn
Through dreamland he has quickly sped
To take the children back to bed
But he will wake at end of day
Ready again to romp and play
With all his little sleeping friends
From bedtime ‘til the evening ends
So close your eyes and drift away
To the far off land of Bowkabay
And dear one if you’re good enough
You’ll get to ride on Pupplesnuff
Copyright © Stephen Washam | Year Posted 2010
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