I love love love dragon poems! It always seems like there is so much dramatic possibility with them, even when they are on their own. This one has faries, pixies and whatnots to interact with. I was more than a little disappointed that the dragon did not interact more with the smaller creatures. It seemed singlemindedly focused on the idea of treasure and that seems to miss a lot of opportunities to expand the stereotypical version of a dragon. I like dragons when they discover that friendship is the biggest treasure and it just keeps growing every day. The idea that he ultimately discovered the treasure of knowledge that was a good twist. And perhaps not as cliche. I think this last few lines could have been clearer as to what physical transformation is involved in becoming a wizard. I would have thought the dragon would just get a wardrobe of robes and pointy hats to become a wizard but the poem implies he becomes something entirely different and has to transform back into himself. That ending was a bit of a jarring way to go.