 Custard, the Dragon...  With a little black kitten  And a little gray mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon. 
   And the little gray mouse, she called him Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard. Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs, Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard cried for a nice safe cage. Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound -- And Mustard growled, and they all looked around. "Meowch!" cried Ink, and "Ooh!" cried Belinda. For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.  And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright. His beard was black, one leg was wood; It was clear that the pirate meant no good.  Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon, With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm, He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm. The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon, And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon, He fired two bullets, but they didn't hit, And Custard gobbled him, every bit.  No one mourned for his pirate victim. Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate Around the dragon that ate the pirate.  With her little black and her little gray
And her little yellow dog and her little And her realio, trulio little pet dragon.    Next Page
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