A dragon who is at all polite
Finds table manners a delight.
He washes up before he eats,
And waits for others to take their seats.
It is evident he knows the rule
Of using a napkin to catch the drool.
He tucks it underneath his chin,
And waits for dinner to begin,
Though he can hardly wait a minute
To eat the stew with three boys in it!
Or bite into the Princess Tart
(Dragon wants a juicy part)!
He does not grab, push, or whine;
That’s not the way good dragons dine.
He waits his turn and takes a little
Of every kind of tasty nibble.
And even if it’s not his fave,
He doesn’t ever misbehave,
And throw his food against the wall
Or refuse to open up at all.
(Mom lets him pick the eyeballs out
So really, there is no need to pout).
If he happens to burp a flame,
And doesn’t apologize, to his shame,
Dad simply says, “What a light!
Save it for a fearsome knight.”
But Dragon’s manners are so refined,
His father rarely must remind.
He never lets his wings stick out
Or blows milk bubbles with his snout.
He chews each and every bite
Quietly, with fangs sealed tight,
So Mom can’t see the food inside,
Partly chewed and liquified.
When he has eaten every crumb,
Dragon doesn’t dash off and run,
But stays until the rest are through,
Gives Mom a kiss and says “Thank you!”
He takes his cup and clears his dishes
Just like any mother wishes.
He is the pride of every dragon cave
Because he eats like a gentleman, not like a knave.
Perhaps you think only Dragon is able,
But even you can eat nicely at the dinner table.