Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE,
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.
Oh, Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE,
Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail,
Jackie kept a look out perched on Puff's gigantic tail.
Noble Kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,
pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his name.
Oh, Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE,
Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE.
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened Jackie Paper came no more
and Puff that Mighty Dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorror, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave
so Puff that Mighty Dragon silently slipped into his cave.
Oh, Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE,
Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called HONALEE
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