A Dragons tale

Connor the baby dragon

Went to see the queen

He knocked upon the palace door

Insisting he was seen
 

The courtiers and the equerries

On seeing the little tyke

Told him to be off at once

His kind they did not like
 

They ushered him outside the gates

And told him  "go away"

Said that he should leave at once

For here he could not stay
 

He begged of them, he pleaded

To allow him to have entry

The palace staff were adamant

"Now clear off" said the sentry
 

Not one to give up easily

He tried another tack

Walked around the corner

And sneaked in round the back
 

He wandered through the corridors

The Staterooms and the halls

Until he found the largest room

Where the Queen holds all her Balls
 

He gazed at all the splendour

Mouth agape in awe

Till something made him jump

And guess what Connor saw

The person that he’d come to see

Was sitting at the table

The object of his visit

Her Majesty, Queen Mabel
 

“Your Majesty“, he mumbled

“It’s you I’ve come to see”

Then remembering his manners

Dropped down on one knee
 

“Get up, dear boy” the Queen replied

“Come here and sit by me

Tell me why you’ve come here,

Sit down and have some tea”
 

Connor told her of his travels

From his home so far away

How he was an orphan

And how he’d like to stay
 

The Queen, touched by his story

Summoned each and everyone

And let the people know

Exactly what she’d done
 

“This dragon” said the Queen

“Is going to be my mascot

He’ll accompany me tomorrow

When I go to Royal Ascot”
 

From that day forth our Connor

Was at the good Queens side

When walking in the garden 

Or going for a ride 


The pair were both inseperable

Never would they part

Though Connor was just a dragon

He'd won the monarchs heart