The draggin’ Dragon was all out of pep.
Circadian rhythm, all out of step.
Somehow he lost the fire in his belly;
An eviscerated Tubby without any Telly.
So he set out to find a cure for his woe.
A match to rekindle the fire down below.
He stumbled upon a jalapeno popper.
Just what he needed to fire up his hopper.
Heed well this tale when you see a Dragon,
No spring in his step and behind a-laggin’.
A flaggin’ Dragon with no fire in his belly
Is more like a snake in a bowl full of jelly.