Poem to the grandchildren who think they’re in a castle

Far far away in a land full of bananas

Was a castle on top of a hill

Baby dragons flew round the gardens

And the sky was incredibly still

I knew a family who stayed there

They swam, they danced and they played

And at night they slept with the dragons

And the fairies slept in their glade

The mountain volcano is sleeping

Just like the dragons are too

I wish I could sleep with the dragons

Don’t you wish that you could do too? 

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