O The Children Sang to Me

O, the children sang to me
Their blissfull, awful song
A trite and sorry haberdash
Is now my sole sarong*

A dragon spoke and spake in flame
The children also spake in flame
So whilst the twirls did lick and flick
I died inside, of shame

Amphitheater. Amphitheater. Amphitheater.

Amphitheater.

Walk the dock with yellow clogs
Munch a slender cake
I felt the fellow with seven names
And the dragon flamely spake

*A garment made of long stripped cloth
Flitting like a zillion moths