The poem reads: The family dragon...

From an old poem book that is falling apart: The family dragon Last night thre walked across our lawn a beast we didn't know--- we saw his little foot prints marked quite plainly in the snow. It might have been an ocelot, or perhaps a grizzly bear-- We hoped it was a dragon, come out walking from its lair; we didn't want a grown-up one, all fire and scales and foam, But just a baby dragonlet that we could carry home; We'd keep him in the nursery and give him a nice name, and have him for a family pet, with ribbons on, quite tame. We tracked him down the meadow path and all along the hedge and there his little footprints stopped close up beneath the edge, For there the snow had gone away--There wasn't any track-- And it was tea-time anyway, so both of us went back. But we shall go some day quite soon and find him in his lair, and we will have the 'spressman come and put him in his wagon and bring him home to stay with usa and be our family dragon By Margaret Widdemer