Custard

CUSTARD THE DRAGON ...

By Ogden Nash
Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten
And a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

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Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called him Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,

But the dragon was a coward,
and she called him Custard.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound --
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
"Meowch!" cried Ink, and "Ooh!" cried Belinda.
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright.
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm,
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets, but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim.
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pirate.

Belinda still lives in her little white
With her little black and her little gray
And her little yellow dog and her little

And her realio, trulio little pet dragon.