Phillip McGee

There once was a boy named Phillip McGee,
who liked to play in the sand by the sea,

He built up his bulwarks protecting sandcastles
to see them destroyed, dismaying the vassals.
He sang to the mermaids and joked with the fishes,
and wrote in a notebook his fears and his wishes.
(fears: butter/ being eaten alive; wishes: flan/)

Then one day a dragon arose from the sand,
And snorted contempt while surveying his land.
"You've clearly been busy my boy" he observed.
"but why are there no cries of fright to be heard?" "um"
"Something has happened, that much I've inferred" "well"
"Explain yourself boy: just what has occurred?"

"Conditions were bad, so it won't be surprising
to learn that there was a surf uprising.

I did what I could, but it wasn't to be:
the populists all toppled into the sea."

"Topple and popple. That was most clever,
I'm still going to eat you with butter, however."

And eat him he did while the mermaids looked on
(with butter) and then for dessert: an egg flan.