The Sea

The sea is an angry dragon

Drinking from his mighty flagon

Enormous and irridescent

Only calm at present

Day upon day he flaps his wings

Blowing out smoke in rings and rings

Breathing out wrathful white fire

The weather has now improved his ire

Then he gives a mighty roar

As the sea-dragon begins to soar

But see his skin; so pale

Colourful are his scales.