A lady bold
She rode a gold
Soaring on bright wings.
The harper saw
The dragon's maw
As she soared past him.
The rider teased
While her dragon eased
Down to the bowl's floor.
The harper stood
Rooted like wood
As the rider jumped down.
They stood on the shore
The rider bored
The harper pushed her in.
The harper pushed her in.
The dragon scowled
The harper howled
On the summer's eve.
The rider dripped
The harper slipped
Pushed by the dragon's nose.
The rider splashed
The harper crashed
The gold flapped her wings.
The rider got out
The harper did pout
As the pair did fly away.
The rider called back
The harper was black
A speck on the bowl's floor.
"'Twas a great time!"
She sang in a rhyme.
"Won't ever happen again!"
"Won't ever happen again!"
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