Puff

Honawhat? Honalee?

Dragon. First thing I ever asked for. Fire in it's belly, I wanted one to keep me warm. Perhaps influenced by this dragon, Puff, or perhaps by the cat that always found it's way into my cot and fell asleep on my feet, to be banished in fear of it's laying on my face and suffocating me.

I loved this song, one of the first I remember hearing, which was banned at the time, as it was feared to be about cannabis. In fact it is a ditty about the immortal beast who relies on childhood belief to exist, a scaly tale of lost innocence. Giz a toke on that lizard, geezer.

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, oh CHORUS A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys Painted wings and giants's rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh CHORUS By Peter Yarrow and Leonard Tipton On Peter, Paul & Mary's MOVING, IN CONCERT, and 10 YEARS. Copyright 1963 Pepamar Music.