Little wormy gutter wretch, The time has come to take your place. Unfold your wings and let them stretch Towards that state of future grace Of elegance aroused, and fetch Your ardent pride of dragon race.
Exchange that skin of pallid brown For armored scales articulate Of brilliant crimson all unbound-- A golden rim to every plate, A sliver streak on every round, A dragon hide made all ornate.
No more the caterpillar mewl But now a dragon's mighty roar! Each eye a bold segmented jewel To scan as o'er the earth you soar And sear with flames so hot and cruel Your enemies who flee before.
Come, dragons all, to celebrate-- This is a most auspicious day! Be gone, weak worm -- come, dragon great! Leave your cocoon, come out to play, To soar, to roar, to groom, to mate On this, your hatching holiday.
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