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(A few minor tweaks. Also cut one stanza at the start and added a new one at the end, taking into account some comments on the pervious version.)

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

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

But he's 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 flame-breathing 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

Very 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...

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