Timmy
But Timmy can't breathe fire.
Timmy feels just like a dragon,
Timmy is no liar.
Timmy's wings don't work so good,
Well... they're not there at all.
His skin isn't green - it's black and white,
Just like a soccer ball.
Timmy's horns are different, too,
Though he has some, trust me there.
Dragons don't chew cud, or yell out 'Moo!'
But Timmy doesn't care.
See, Timmy is a cow, in fact,
But not in Timmy's mind.
He doesn't miss what his body lacks,
Like a scaly, green behind.
'Cos in Timmy's head, he soars up high,
His only friend the breeze.
In Timmy's head there's fire in the sky,
Whenever Timmy has a sneeze.
Because Timmy is a little dragon,
Though Timmy can't breathe fire.
Timmy feels just like a dragon,
And Timmy is no liar.