The lyrics of Puff the Magic Dragon reduce me to tears. I only have to think about them and the tears start to well up. What's wrong with me?
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave
As I understand it, it's not about death, but simply about childhood coming to an end when Jackie Paper grows up. Despite that, it produces strong emotions that are akin to bereavement in me.
Strange, especially as I'm not usually an over-emotional sort of person.
Actually, I feel a little better having just discovered that it has exactly the same effect on DiL.
Are we alone?
What's one health habit you've started that's actually made a difference?
Spider deterrent……. Not….🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️
Suggestions for a strong but pet friendly weed killer please.
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.






. It's a great song though, and the film The Italian Job opens with this song [ the mafia waiting to blow up the man in the sports car as he drives through the idyllic mountain roads.]