The Patriotic Dragon

The Patriotic Dragon
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(“I love my country,” said John D Rockefeller to his
Sunday school upon his return from abroad)
Once upon a time a Dragon
Lived in clover on a plain
He could eat a horse and wagon
And he hated to refrain
From devouring every village
He could pounce upon and pillag

Now the Dragon went to travel In a very strange countres
Mostly strewn with bones and gravel-
And it made him hungeree
To go hunting a collation
In so sparsely grown a nation

So he started tooting, snorting
Like a maddened railway train
Folks asked, “Whither art cavorting?”
And he answered, “Home again
There I’ll eat a nice, fat county
In my native land of bounty”

Home again! with fire effulging
On his native land he chews
Till his sides are fairly bulging-
Then lies down to take a sncoze
“Fie,” he cries, “on foreign skittles-
There is nothing like home vittles!”
-Wallace Irwin