The tale of custard the dragon by Ogden Nash. Belinda lived in a little White House, with a little black kitten and a little grey mouse, and a little yellow dog and a little red wagon and a really oh, Trulio, little pet dragon. Now, the name of the little black kitten was Inc. and the little grey mouse, she called her Blink, and the little yellow dog was sharp as mustard, but the dragon was a coward, and she called him custard. Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, and spikes on top of him and scales underneath. Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, and really oh Trulio daggers on his toes. Belinda was his brave as a barrelful of bears, and Inc. and Blink chased lions down the stairs. Mustard was his brave as a tiger in a rage, but custard cried for a nice, safe cage. Belinda tickled him, she tickled him on merciful. Inc. Blink and mustard, they rudely called him Percival. They all sat laughing in the little red wagon, at the really oh Trulio cowardly dragon. Belinda giggled till she shook the house, and Blink and weep, which is giggling for a mouse. Inc. and mustard rudely asked his age when custard cried for a nice, safe cage. Suddenly, suddenly, they heard a nasty sound, and mustard growled and they all looked around, meoch cried Inc. and ooh cried Belinda for there was a pirate climbing in the window. Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right, and he held in his teeth a cutless bright. His beard was black, one leg was wood, it was clear that the pirate meant no good. Belinda paled, and she cried help, help, but mustard fled with a terrified yelp. Inc. trickled down to the bottom of the household, and little blip mouse blink strategically, mouse hold. But up jumped custard, snorting like an engine, clashed his tail like irons and a dungeon. With a chatter in a clank and a jangling squirm, he went at the pirate like a robin at a worm. The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon and gulped some grog from his pocket flagging. He fired two bullets but they didn't hit, and custard gobbled him every bit. Belinda embraced him, mustard licked him, no one mourned for his pirate victim. I rink and blink and glee did gyrate, around the dragon that ate the pirate. Belinda still lives in her little white house, with her little black kitten and her little gray mouse, and her little yellow dog and her little red wagon, and her really oh truly a little pet dragon. Belinda is his brave as a barrel full of bears, and Inc. and blink chace lions down the stairs. Mustard is his brave as a tiger in rage, but custard keeps crying for a nice, safe cage.