My teenage years, were made of dragons and castle tales I am waiting,for the age of 16 to ride the beast with scales

All of my stone wall mates, had taken the sweet 16 ride They were fire flyers, and saving others the flames they hide

The day of class in the sky, was upon me and I was ready to fly My dragon, who I have had as a pet since day one was being sly

We had to stop being funny, and think about our flight of time I jumped up, onto his huge but friendly back safely and I’m fine

We were together, as one soaring and spinning through the air He could fly, and dance at the same time with such fine flair

The judges of the class of sky, was standing and waving their arms I just flew around, and smiled my beautiful smile and my sweet charms