The yellow paper dragon knew
That every winged creature flew,
The yellow paper dragon dreamed
To soar upon a breeze which always played so esteemed.
The yellow paper dragon saw
The Sultan’s heir without a flaw,
The yellow paper dragon’s cold,
He knew his yellow would never be the Sultan’s gold.
The yellow paper dragon smiled
Whenever he joined the Sultan’s child,
The yellow paper dragon wept
Whene’er the Sultan’s child was hidden as he slept.
The yellow paper dragon learnt
Ignoring wood does not make it burnt,
The yellow paper dragon knew
That ever winged creature flew.
End.
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