The Welsh Dragon Poem by Rosi Caswell

Beware the Welsh dragon,

He huffs and he puffs,

And he scares all the children at night.

For the tales of his antics

They trip off the tongue,

Of the elders who have to be right.

He rattles and roars, and wants to come in,

And sit by the fire with your Ma.

He shrieks and he squeals, makes a terrible din,

‘Til you shake in your slippers with fright.

But then comes the morning so sunny and gay,

And the terrors have passed with the light.

And whatever will happen today or the next,

The elders have always it right.

They say come on Joey, or Megan or Ruth,

He only comes out when it's dark.

So as long as you're snug

In your beds fast asleep,

The dragon can't hurt you- that's truth.