I have an imaginary dragon,
That he only I can see.
He's much bigger than a wagon,
But smaller than any building one can see.

He has big wings,
In which he gracefully flies.
He likes the radio, he mimics and sings,
He is a good dragon, he wouldn't tell lies.

He's strong and brave,
Nice and silly,
Lives in a cave,
Not at all cold and chilly.

He looks a little like a lizard,
But with wings and some spikes.
He doesn't work for some weird wizard,
And ice cream, he likes!

He follows me to school,
Flying high in the sky,
His eye shining like a bright jewel,
Or him near the ground, flowing low.

He performs stunts in air,
Such as somersaults and flips,
Whenever he should dare,
With his swoops, glides, and dips.

He talks to me through his mind,
And reads my thoughts so he'll hear me.
Whether I'm sad, bored, or happy I'll find,
My dragon pal, that is he.