My dragon blows billowy white smoke.
The smoke is so thick it makes you choke.
He also breathes such very strong fire,
That it could possibly cut a wire.
My dragon loves to play with me,
But his very best friend is actually a bee.
This bee's name I believe is George
And they hang out at Valley Forge.
My dragon is nice, but he doesn't like mice.
He tries to protect me, but he doesn't always affect me.
My dragon is from China where he played in a band.
Because of our languages, we don't always understand.
But we usually get along just fine,
And together we especially love to dine.
Although his tail is longer than my hair,
And at restaurants he does take up more than one chair.