The Grumpy Dragon's Egg

In a misty mountain cave, dark and deep, Where secrets slept and shadows creep, Lived a grumpy dragon, scales of green, The grumpiest beast the world had seen!

His name was Gruff, a fiery fright, He'd grumble and growl with all his might. And beside him, shimmering bright, Lay an egg, all speckled with light.

Then, *crack!* The egg began to shake, Gruff rolled his eyes, "For goodness sake!" A tiny fairy, wings a-flutter, Cried, "Oh dear, what's all the clutter?"

Sir Reginald, a brave young knight, Peered in the cave with all his might. He thought to slay the dragon bold, But the shaking egg, a story told!

The eggshell chipped, a little peep, Gruff frowned and grumbled in his sleep... Or so he tried, but curiosity grew, As the cracking sound rang fresh and new.

The fairy danced, a joyful spin, While Reginald, with a hopeful grin, Whispered, "Maybe Gruff's not so bad, If he's having a family, happy and glad!"

Gruff peered down with squinty eyes, At a tiny creature, a big surprise! A baby dragon, small and meek, With wobbly legs and a tiny squeak.

He nudged the babe with a clumsy toe, A feeling strange began to flow. No longer grumpy, fierce, and grand, He held the hatchling in his hand.

He learned to feed, he learned to care, For the tiny dragon beyond compare. He taught it how to flap its wings, And all the happy joy it brings.

The misty mountain cave grew warm, Safe from every wind and storm. For Gruff the grumpy, fearsome beast, Had found a love, a fiery feast!

Then with a pop, the last bit fell, The dragon's tale is ours to tell, The baby dragon, small and new, Knew that his daddy loved him true!