THE DRAGONS ARE SINGING TONIGHT  



Tonight is the night that all dragons 

Awake in their lairs underground, 

To sing in cacophonous chorous 

And fill the whole world with their sound. 

They sing of the days of their glory, 

They sing of their exploits of old, 

Of maidens and knights, and of fiery fights, 

And guarding vast caches of gold. 

Some of their voices are treble, 

And some of their voices are deep, 

But all of their voices are thunderous, 

And no one can get any sleep. 

I lie in my bed and I listen, 

Enchanted and filled with delight, 

To songs I can hear only one night a year

The dragons are singing tonight.

 

-J. Pretlutsky


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