I sit in my chair patiently waiting for my turn
The teacher takes a stand and says, "Get ready to learn.
I'll tell you of a time a lesson was learned...

I was about your age,
As bored as can be,
When suddenly a thought came to me:
I'll be a dragon full of rage.

I grab a few crayons and stuff 'em up my nose,
I bellow a great roar and make a pose.

Playtime is over
It's time for bed
But the crayons won't come out;
We go to the hospital instead."

Oh, how us students laughed at the thought-
I recall that moment and I laugh a lot.

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