If Abbyy was a Dragon, with wings and breath of fire

Through clouds she’d soar, dive, twist and zoom

She’d be free to sail the misty breeze, her hair windswept and wild

Until she hears “COME HOME & CLEAN YOUR ROOM!”

The once was a Dragon called Dave

Who mischief and mayhem would crave

Through most of his life

He’d be in some sort of strife

And his Mum wished just once he’d behave