Day 3’s poem answers a question about dragons from Indy.
Dragons are as nice
As mean
As frantic
As serene
As we can be.
Don’t let
Their fiery breath
Their scaly skin
Their golden hoard
Their toothy grin
Deceive you.
Each dragon is an individual
The best that we can be
A dragon can be too.
The worst that we can be…
Well those ones are the dragons in the lairs
The ones
We always knew.
So if we want our dragons to be nice
We have to be nice too.
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