Never disrupt the dragons,
The dragons with their purple-smoke-breath,
Which rolls out of their mouths as they roar with laughter,
Tickling the hearts of all who are near,
And making them believe that the dragons are happy,

Never disrupt the dragons,
The dragons with their sparkle-and-shine scales,
Scrubbed clean until they resemble tiny mirrors,
Reflecting the dull surface of everyone near,
And making them believe that the dragons are beautiful,

Never disrupt the dragons,
The dragons with their nice-to-meet-you smiles,
Which crack open like eggshells as they examine newcomers,
Warming the hearts of all who are near,
And making them believe that the dragons are kind,

Never disrupt the dragons,
The dragons encased within a layer of hard-as-rock shell,
For if you do their shell just might crack,
And all those glorious tricks are revealed to the minds of everyone near,
Letting them see that the dragons are fake,

Never disrupt the dragons,
The dragons who work so hard to be happy-beautiful-kind,
But alas are revealed by those who see into their hearts,
Discovering nothing more than just a silly-lizard-dreamer,
Alas, the only thing there all along.