Listening to his favorite song,
he liked the lyrics, and always sang
along.  Afterwards he’d ask
the most insightful questions.
“Why would anyone name
a magic dragon Pup?” 
and, “Don’t you think it’s silly
to put wax on the ceiling?
Where is Honah Lee anyway?”
Then he said. “I’d like to go there
some day.”  As I listened again,
a single line struck me hard:
“A dragon lives forever,
but not so little boys.”
I broke down at the prophetic 
reality of it all.  If magic dragons
were real, I’d ask for a single