Night falls and my day is dawning,
I awaken and begin yawning.
Hidden deep within this dark cavern,
Forced into solitude by men of the tavern.
But comes the night, I am on my own,
And I repay them as a mighty dragon.
I leave this place and take wing,
And vent my fury on those miniscule things.
As I fly, their banishment stirs my ire,
Then they pay in my consuming fire.
They know not it is me, they banished long ago,
And those I have faced will never know.
Crispy and crunchy, I will give you that,
Tasting a lot like rosemary chicken with a butter pat.
Come the dawn I return to my lair,
To take my rest in my easy chair.
Come the night once more to roam,
Til the sun begins to rise then it is away home.