Come and have a seat my friends
and spend some time with me. I'd like to weave a tale for you
of a man named Tom Magee.
Old Tom he was adventurous
though not too terribly smart. Truth to tell, it seemed to me that Tom
made dumb an art! Like the time he danced with fairies,
something big folk should not do. Those poor wee fairy fellows’,
now tiny splatters on Tom's shoe.
Or the time he caught the leprechaun
and won his pot of gold! But traded it for a wheel of cheese
all covered in green mold. No, Tom was not the brightest sort,
that much is safe to say. But the worst I think was the dragon
on that oh' so fateful day.
He strolled into the dragon's lair,
heaping treasures as no one knows. And gave the beast a hearty whack
with his cane, upon its nose. " Well hello mister dragon,
they call me Tom Magee. I've come to have a chat with you
and to share a spot of tea."
The dragon gave a little snort
and opened just one eye. He had no love of strangers,
so he puffed a mighty sigh.
Yet, Tom just smiled warmly
extending his friendly hand. He offered the dragon a greeting when
what he should have done was ran!
Well, the dragon moved like lightning,
tongue flicking a lonely cup. Old Tom he quickly vanished
as the dragon had gobbled him up. I fear that’s really all there is
to the tale of Tom Magee. If we examine it more closely though
there's a lesson for you and me.
Yes, if ever there was a message
lain out so clear to see. It’s to never speak with dragons
and that dragons don't like tea.
Keith E. Sparks Jr.
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