Dragons fly and roosters strut,

Both have claws that tear and cut;

Much sound and fury, both do make,

They both do give, but mostly take.

 

The dragon’s home, high in the air,

High above, but who knows where;

Though once she lived upon the ground,

Her kingdom now is no more bound.

 

The rooster once, he too could fly,

But chose the ground, so left the sky;

Gave up, for earth, his airy crown,

Saw it as good, and so came down.

 

The dragon soars beyond the pale,

Beyond the bounds of earthly jail;

Knows no limit and has no bound,

Is sometimes seen, but never found.

 

The rooster, he, a different bird,

Spends life on earth defending word;

Stands his ground, takes up the call,

Defends his realm, till comes a fall.

 

The dragon and rooster, a lot alike,

Are passion driven and like to fight;

One rules the sky, the other ground,

One is free, the other bound.

 

Though each knows whence the other came,

They both still play the same old game;

Dear old friends, a bonded pair,

Fun loving rascals, who don’t play fair.

 

Often switch places, as honey and bear,

One on the ground, the other air;

One whose breadth, no one can sum,

One whose depth, no man can plumb.

 

The dragon, her fire, pours forth as heart,

The rooster, his flame, called forth as art;

Though hers consume him, and lay him waste,

The rooster, he still, must keep his place.