The Paper Bag

Sad, sad little paper bag No one brought you to school Nobody listened to the crinkle Of a sandwich being lifted out of you Folded up and left in the junk drawer All hope was lost, deflated and defeated Until, one day, some little hands Drew your eyes with black marker On your bottom, and made you anew Little green scales, some red and yellow Hooray, the day has come! All hail! The dragon that guards the tea party!