Puff the magic dragon lives by the sea,
Chillin’ to rock n’ roll and puffin’ on some weed.
The thick haze settles all around,
as puff settles to watch the afternoon sun go down.
Colors swirl with different combinations,
When Puff feels the pleasing sensations.
He feels happy, and dazed, and a little bit hungry,
but at least he is no longer grumpy.
Because a dragon is by absolutely no means,
happy and pleasant without his weed.
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