There’s a Dragon in My Soup!
Ginny Giant sat down to tea:
Her favourite soup – ham and pea.
Her mother went to get some bread
“Careful, it’s hot!” her mother said.
Ginny sipped; but what’s this she’s found?
Something big and hard and round.
Ginny frowned, “That’s not a pea!”
“What IS this inside my tea?”
As she looked, the round thing broke
And out of it came a puff of smoke!
“A dragon’s egg!” hear Ginny whoop
“There is a dragon in my soup!”
“Now don’t be silly, Ginny dear
What would a dragon be doing here?
Eat your tea, stop playing games.”
“Come see yourself, he’s blowing flames!”
The dragon climbed from Ginny’s bowl
By using her spoon as a pole
He flapped his wings to get them dry
But though he tried, he couldn’t fly.
Her mother looked and, sure enough
The dragon gave another puff.
“Well, I never!” Mrs Giant said,
“He’s wearing a peapod on his head!
I wonder how I brought him home?
Dragons are not known to roam.
Up in the mountains they survive
Where they are left alone to thrive.
I’ve never seen one in the trees
Let alone in soup with peas!”
Dad walked in, “Well fancy that
A dragon with a peapod hat!”
Ginny begs, “Please, can I keep him?”
But her parents both look grim,
“A dragon would be hard to tame.”
“And there is danger from his flame.”
“I promise, I will take great care,
To part with him I cannot bear.
He looks at me with childish glee
I think that I should call him Sweetpea!”
The dragon hopped on Ginny’s arm
As if to prove he’d do no harm.
With pleading eyes he seemed to say
‘I will behave, please let me stay’
“He’d keep us warm when winter comes
And we would be the best of chums.”
At last her parents were both agreed
Sweetpea would be a fine pet indeed!