The fire in the dragon, was dry as the outside sand

There was no wet kisses, of love or hold of hand

Claws had no moisture, or water to make them glow

Off to see the doctor, with the helping bag let’s go

He put his old glasses, on the Dino’s spiked head

You must drink more liquid, the good man had said

Looking at the scales, on his gigantic ever wagging tail

He knew that this physical, if he didn’t drink would fail