Like a bird bobbs in the ocean,
as the waves toss and toil,
though he's always in constant motion,
Jocko is all worth while.
His scales like bark
and his horns like branches,
a fallen tree makes a mark
on a child's imaginations.
We all climb on
for he fits twelve kids,
of Jocko we are so fond-
our dragon kin.
Jocko bobbs up and down
like a bird in the sea,
as we ride all around-
dragon riders are we.
-Maja Olson
February 3, 2009
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