Oh, I hate little fire lizards,
And my dragon hates them too.
And I hate the screeching and the flapping
From a fair of a zillion and two.
And I hate their early-morning screaming,
And at mealtimes when they creel,
Yes, I hate little fire lizards,
And that's just the way I feel.
I hate little fire lizards,
From the golds down to the greens,
And I've found that there are several useful ways
To drive 'em all Between.
'Cause they sing whenever I am tuning,
And they warble when distressed—
So, when it comes to fire lizards,
I can say I'm not Impressed.
They've got a cute little face,
And cute little eyes,
And everybody thinks
It's so cute how they fly!
If they pester a bronze,
One slurp and they're gone—
But the damn things always spit them back out!
I hate little fire lizards,
They aren't worth the shells they're from,
And I hate the hatchlings and the yearlings,
And I hate them when they're grown.
But every rider near me loves them,
So there's nothing I can do,
But I hate little fire lizards,
And my dragon hates them too.
Yes, I hate little fire lizards,
And my dragon hates them, too!