There was once a little red dragon with a little spiky black tail
He was born with a belly full of fire that could melt a steel rail
Everywhere he went it was hard not to feel
That what was really lacking were a few things on fire
Melted, charred, maybe a small pyre
But the villagers they didn’t seem to agree
They shunned the poor little red dragon
But he thought “Hey it’s just me being me!”
So he sat in his room and he sulked and he pouted
Why is the world so unfair! he shouted
If there is no use for fire he’d rather not bother
With the all the things he should do, he even ignored his dear father
But then one day there came bandits from afar
Their leader clad in leather on his face a big scar
Wielding all sorts of giggits wigets and womps
They held their weapons and then they demanded
We want half of this town! It’s time we expanded!
The villagers with only their mops and their socks
Felt defenseless against them and were even going to give up their ox
Their ox and some land and some blocks and some grain, anything that would help them avoid any pain
But then one of them thought about the dragon they scolded
And with haste sent a messenger before the bandits felt emboldened
The little dragon said no way, not today
I am far too busy being deep in dismay
But the villager pleaded
You are the thing! The only thing that is needed!
with a huff of black smoke he agreed to come out
and then he chased the bandits all about
until they dropped their giggits wigets and womps
until they ran far from him into a swamp
then the villagers all crowded around and cheered
praising the little red dragon for all he had done
they threw him a parade for he had really won!
Then the dragon knew fire wasn’t what the villagers hated
It was the melted cups, charred furniture, and their other possessions being cremated
So then it was that he learned for true
Strength is important but it shouldn’t be used just for you
But for those around you for whom love and care
Those around you who don’t want singed hair!
Homo Economicish 