Peter Paul Mary
| Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea |
| And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee |
| Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff |
| And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh |
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| Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail |
| Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail |
| Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came |
| Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name oh |
| A dragon lives forever but not so little boys |
| Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys |
| One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more |
| And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar, |
| His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain |
| Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane |
| Without his lifelong friend, puff could not be brave |
| So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave oh |