Even Dragons Get Colds

Excuse me if I sneeze

I don't mean to bother

But I just can't help it

If your hair catches fire

I sniffle and cough

You run about and panic

Being sick can be rough

When your breath is volcanic

Tissues are pointless

Don't ask me to cover my mouth

You wouldn't either

If your breath could roast a mouse

A blanket would be nice,

Though the irony gets old.

I may not breathe ice,

But even dragons get colds.