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The Dragon Crone

Twas bilious and the swarthy slugs

Did writhe and flitter in the salt.

Oh scabby were the wifflewugs

and the cherry fop all at fault.

 

Go beckon the dragon crone my dear,

With eyes that know and tongues that tell.

Escape the banshee prattle and wear

Your gooseflesh proud as night fall.

 

She took her hazel wand in hand.

For years the venerable sage she sought

Then squatted she by a mimosa tree

and gave her rambles some thought.

 

And as she combobulated her quest

The dragon crone on nimble wings

Came swooping past in gingham vest,

Her digits lined with rings.

 

One and two, around and through

The hazel wand did swirls and swishes.

She touched that tail and bound her spell

with a Brideog1 of rushes.

 

I see you have met the dragon crone!

Let’s dance, my fabulous lassie.

Oh, licorice dreams, oh jelly belly screams.

In glee they spun faster and fastie.

 

Twas bilious and the swarthy slugs

Did writhe and flitter in the salt.

Oh, scabby were the wifflewugs

and the cherry fop all at fault.

 

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1-   straw doll commemorating Celtic goddess, Brigid

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