This is a poem by David Hammond.
A hissing sound, it be.
From what, I cannot see.
I board my drake and look around.
May be a snake that made that sound.
I take the danger pound for pound,
And lo, it frightens me.A dragon's stomach great
May well defend my fate,
For if the snake is in the lake,
It can be drunk by such a drake.
And free from hiding, mister snake
Will soon be very late.I all but drain the lake,
And yet I find no snake.
My trusty dragon, where be it,
This fiend that throws a hissy fit?
We now must search in cliff and pit.
My life may be at stake.We search about the ground,
But nothing can be found.
Perhaps it dwells up in the sky.
Lucky that my drake can fly,
And so he takes me far up high.
To find who makes this sound.Here above a cloud,
The sound is getting loud!
Oh drake, this demon must be near,
This snake which I so very fear.
Tell me, tell me, do you hear?
I-- AHHHHHHH!!!!