Have you seen the dragons in the clouds?
Their sun-warmed scales paint the sky,
Such handsome artists, they must be proud.

Above our heads is where they’re housed;
Shades of gold, their own Versailles,
Can you spot the dragons in the clouds?

When the sun sets, there’s talent abound,
Each colour crafted, an extravagant dye,
Such inventive artists, they must be proud.

They fly so softly, without a sound,
A windly whisper, a frozen sigh,
Can you find the dragons in the clouds?

When life is dull upon the ground,
It’s the dragon’s job to mystify,
Such curious artists, they must be proud.

To catch a dragon, you mustn’t be loud,
And lure them down from where they hide so high,
A most secret recipe must be found,

With fanciful ingredients and colour abound:
Sugar, butter and flour applied
Into a crust in a dish that is round,

Extra red rhubarb must be pulled and ploughed,
And all put together into a fresh rhubarb pie,
Then left on a windowsill, away from the crowds.

It is then you can wait for a sight most profound,
Of a dragon stealing the pie without so much a “goodbye”
But if you are lucky you might get to fly
Upon their backs if they say it’s allowed.

Up high in the sky and through all the clouds,
You can watch them paint with your very own eyes,
And then glide with the wind, housebound.

Such friendly and generous are these renowned
Creatures that hide away in the sky.
Have you seen the dragons in the clouds?
Such pretty artists, they must be proud.