Puff, the
magic dragon lived by the sea
And
frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Little
Jackie paper loved that rascal puff,
And
brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee.
Together
they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie
kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail,
Noble
kings and princes would bow whenever they came,
Pirate
ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!
A dragon
lives forever but not so little boys
Painted
wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey
night it happened, Jackie paper came no more
And puff
that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head
was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no
longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without
his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So, puff
that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!
Peter Yarrow, the day is done now. Your sweet voice, melodies, finger picking and charming protest will remain in my heart.
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