Yeah.... Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee.. Little Jackie Paper. Loved that rascal Puff. And brought him strings and sealing wax. And other fancy stuff.. Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee. Oh!. Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee.. Together they would travel. On a boat with billowed sail.. Jackie kept a lookout perched. On Puff's gigantic tail.. Noble kings and princes. Would bow whenever they came. Pirate ships would lower their flags. When Puff roared out his name. Oh!. Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee. Oh!. Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee.. A dragon lives forever. But not little girls and boys.. Painted wings and giant rings. Make way for other toys.. One grey night it happened. Jackie Paper came no more. And Puff that mighty dragon. He ceased his fearless roar.. His head now bent in sorrow. Green scales fell like rain. And Puff no longer went to play. Along that cheery lane.. Without his life-long friend. He could not be brave. So Puff that mighty dragon. Sadly slipped into his cave.. Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee. Oh!. Puff the magic dragon. Lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist. In a land called Honah Lee.