Jackie and the Dragon

Puff the Magic Dragon tells the story of Puff, a magical dragon, and his young friend Jackie Paper, who share adventures in the land of Honahlee. As Jackie grows up, he loses interest in Puff, leaving the dragon to sadly retreat into his cave, symbolizing the loss of childhood wonder.


Verse 1

Jackie Paper Junior heard tales his father told
About a magic dragon and how he never grew old.
Jackie longed to see that dragon in Honalee
So he packed his bag with dreams and sailed across the sea.


Chorus
Jackie and the dragon, soaring through the skies
Chasing clouds and starlight with wonder in their eyes.
In the land of Honalee, where magic never ends
Jackie found his dragon, and they became fast friends.


Verse 2
By the misty meadows, where the ocean meets the shore
Jackie saw a shimmer, a sight he’d seen no more.
Out stepped mighty Puff, with scales of emerald green
Roaring soft with laughter in the land of Honalee.


Verse 3

They built a boat of cedar to sail the silver waves
Explored the hidden islands and secret ocean caves.
Puff would tell old stories of knights and pirate gold
While Jackie dreamed of heroes, so fearless and so bold.


Verse 4
Time will keep on turning, as seasons come and go
Jackie’s heart holds Honalee, where dreams forever grow.
Puff still waits by starlight for friends to come and play
In the magic land where dragons dance until break of day.


Chorus
Jackie and the dragon, soaring through the skies
Chasing clouds and starlight with wonder in their eyes.
In the land of Honalee, where magic never ends
Jackie found his dragon, and they became fast friends.

 

Outro
In the land of Honalee, where magic never ends
Jackie and his dragon remain the best of friends.



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