| Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea, |
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And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. |
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Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal, Puff, |
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And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. |
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Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail, |
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Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail. |
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Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came, |
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Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, Oh |
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A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys, |
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Painted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys. |
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One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more, |
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And Puff that mighty dragon sadly ceased his fearless roar. |
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His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain, |
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Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. |
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Without his lifelong friend, Puff no longer could be brave, |
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So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh |
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