It's the dragon's birthday party,
he's ten years old today.
'Come and do your special trick,'
I heard his mother say.

We crowded round the table,
we pushed and shoved to see
as someone brought the cake mix in
and the dragon laughed with glee.

It was just a bowl with flour in
and eggs and milk and that
with ten blue candle round the top
in the shape of Postman Pat.

The dragon took a big deep breath
stood up to his full size
and blew a blast of smok and flame
that made us shut our eyes.

We felt the air grow hotter
we knew the taste of fear.
I felt a spark fly through the air
and land on my left ear.

But when we looked,
make no mistake:
the candles were lit
and the cake was baked.