Dragon Bone Dragon Bone fighting for his life. Fighting for the animals, fighting for his wife.
The animals are gathering, with knapsacks full of bark. To trade and barter in the village, for glitter and for parks. But bark is worthless dust to us, like a slew of rice on tin. Priced lower than a barrel of paste, and no more than a bin. So when the animals, come to our shops, like shopping little birds, fart the worst.
