There once was a dragon named Brandy.
She kept all the knights around, handy.
She'd huff and she'd puff and blow lots of smoke.
She'd try to make flames, but that was a joke.
Then one day the Faerie, she dropped by the cave.
She said, "I'm not scared - I'm extremely brave."
"Get out of my home!" shouted green scaly Brandy,
"Or I'll melt you dumb fairy - like sunbaked candy!"
Said Faerie, so full of herself and her magic and stuff,
"You can't make flame. All you can make is black billowy fluff."
So Brandy did snort and sniff and strut.
She hunched up her back and stuck out her butt.
She inhaled and exhaled and drew a deep breath.
She swelled up all purple and looked quite near death.
The knights all shook and wrung their big hands.
The Faerie, she laughed and danced, as if to a band.
Than Brandy let loose with a great big loud sigh.
The Faerie was gone, just a small pile of ashes . . . without a goodbye.