Sitting upon the porch on day
I saw a wonderful thing,
a tiny little dragon fly suffered
a broken wing.
Rushing to his aid came a beetle
bright and green,
tossed the dragon fly upon his back
never dulling his beautiful sheen.
He carried him across the lawn
walking up and over.
He found a sunny little spot
and deposited him in the clover.
The beetle sang to the dragon fly
and happily dressed his wing.
The dragon fly tapped his tiny little foot
as he listened to the beetle sing.
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