Puff the Magic Dragon in the Land of the Living Lies

Sandy:
Puff, look!

Puff:
That is the famous purple cow that no one has ever seen.

Sandy:
And the pink elephant?

Puff:
That some see too often.

Sandy:
Who's that?

Puff:
Kilroy. Always was there, and never was anywhere.

Prosecuting Attorney:
Little girl, isn't it true you zipped the zapper when you snipped the snoo?

Sandy:
I can't understand him.

Puff:
Because he's the prosecuting attorney: a genuine flim-flam.

Prosecuting Attorney:
And furthermore, you frightened the flip by frying the frisbee. Uh-huh, and therefore I put to case that all the while the fluster flittered, your velocipede matriculated. DIDN'T YOU?

Puff:
[eating homework] Arithmatic. Ketchup goes well with lower mathematics.

Sandy:
Where are we?

Puff:
Oh, a long way from your house, I'm sure.

Puff:
Don't you think it's odd that I, a dragon, should eat homework for lunch? Of course it's odd, for it never happened. It was a falsehood, a canard, a prevarication. Oh, why beat about the bush. It was a simple lie told by a little girl named Sandy.

Sandy:
[scornfully of the ficticious specimens] Oh, those are silly lies.

Puff:
No, those are *fanciful* lies. And harmless fantasy's OK. And it's fun, too. I mean, I'm part-fantasy.