Like a bird without wings


Or a dog with no bark


Life's tough for a dragon


Without a spark



While others breathe fire


With maddening ease


Poor Russell's best shot


Is a sad little wheeze



You see, this odd-one-out


Is a breather of ice


And his being unusual


Comes at a price



He watches his sisters


Puff great plumes of flame


And hangs his malfunctioning


Head in shame



How he longs to take part


When they go out to raze


Hamlets, castles and huts


And set buildings ablaze



He tried to be like them


Back when he was young


Using petrol and matches


But just burned his tongue



He's just not like the others


And never will be


So who then, thought Russell


to himself, was he?



Could he join with the birds


Since he knew how to fly?


Or live with the lizards


And give up the sky?



Or should he be something


Entirely new?


Now there was a thought -


but what could he do?



Then he dreamed up a notion


That scared him a lot


But it was by far


The best answer he'd got



When his pyro-mad peers


Lit fires all about


This frosty-breathed fellow


Would put the fires out



Although he would surely


Be cast from his kin


The humans he saved


Would no doubt take him in



Among them, he'd live


As a hero of sorts


Although not much alike


He hoped they'd be good sports



So he packed up his things


And set course for a cave


From whence he could watch out


For people to save



Soon the day came


That his help was required


A quaint little village


Had been set on fire



He huffed and he puffed


And he soon quenched the flames


Then awaited the gratitude


Glory and fame



But none was forthcoming


In fact, he was shocked


To be dodging their arrows


And insults and rocks!



He'd never imagined


They'd bear such a grudge


When it came to dragons


They just wouldn't budge



No matter his efforts


To clear his bad name


They insisted that dragons


Were all the same



Poor Russell, dejected


Spent six months in bed


Then made a life building


Ice sculptures instead



While some beasts lit fires


And others were fried


This ice-breathing dragon


Was self-satisfied


Having learned that you couldn't


Please anyone else


All you could do


Was be yourself

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