The Reluctant Dragon1941/I

The Boy:
Have you had any nice battles lately?

The Dragon:
Battles? Oh, no, no, no battles. No.

The Boy:
Oh. Oh, probably too busy scourging the countryside and devouring fair damsels, then.

The Dragon:
Scourging? Devouring? Good heavens, no.

The Boy:
But don't you ever do anything desperate?

The Dragon:
Well, yes, I... I do make up poetry.

The Boy:
Poetry?

The Dragon:
Verses, you know? Care to hear my latest sonnet?

The Boy:
Well, I...

The Dragon:
Oh, you'll love this. I call it, "Just A-Drifting". [sings] Just a-drifting o'er the leaves/Like a dewdrop, fancy free,/Playing with the gentle breezes,/Romping with the bumble beezes./Oh, what fun! Joy never ceases,/Just a-drifting.