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unauthorised use of this poem in any way is allowed, under any circumstances.
First an egg, helpless and small.
Then, a hatchling, dependent and lovely.
As it grows, it learns how to feed.
Its wings grow large and wide.
It takes to the skies in flight.
A true Dragon now,
A child no longer.