Most nights I see him, that familiar pink and green,

He flutters through, from dream to dream.

He wears different disguises, but I know it’s him,

I can tell from that sly ear-to-ear grin.

Tonight, he’s in a kingdom, on duty with the royals,

He saw an ad in the paper and circled the word loyal.

But he’s causing all sorts of commotion, sending everyone in tears,

Each day making someone new stand up to their fears.

He may be a fearsome dragon, but there’s more here than meets the eye,

Unlike other dragons you see, Iffy is not one for flying high.