Dragons
by Ted L Glines
In my little aeroplane
flying way up high,
zooming through the lands of clouds
so white and grand and high,
I fly the cloudy canyons,
swoop and climb each fluffy peak,
as the angels gild with lightning
the misty mysteries I seek,
but best of all, the deep blue caves,
the greatest thrill they give,
gliding, turning, deep inside,
for here -- the dragons live,
and when I come back down to earth,
I never say a thing,
they'd be so vexed and jealous
'cause I've heard the dragons sing.
Dragon Rap
by Ted L Glines
Here comes the dragon
All wings and flame
Just fryin the earth;
Ain't stoppin to aim.
Mr. White Knight
Done killed her son
And rode away grinnin
After what he'd done.
The killin of her son
Was mighty sad,
And this Dragon Lady's
Just a little bit mad.
Here comes Mom
In a holy rage,
She's gonna burn you out
And make a whole new page!
She ain't hidin
And she ain't lurkin;
Her flame's on High
And her Mojo's workin.
There went London
And Paris and Rome,
Fried to a crisp
And she ain't goin home.
And after she flamed
The County of Cork,
They say she headed
For ole New York.
Now I ain't lyin
And I ain't braggin
Cause I peeked out the window
And here comes the Dragon!
No time to run,
It's a little bit late
Cause she's seen my helmet
And my white armor plate.
... oops ...
Just fire and flame
All over the place;
I gotta go now,
It's the end of the chase!
