Box of dragons

The day was cloudy,
The air was still.
As my three boys,
Sat silent and still.

They'd been poorly you see,
And were feeling in pain,
Their little voices squeaked out,
"Oh it's going to rain"

They needed a cheer up,
Something quite unique,
Or their mood would set in,
For more than a week.

Then out of the blue,
Came a knock on the door,
They rushed up to see,
A small box on the floor.

What was inside it?
Oh what could it be?
Then the box lid flew open,
Revealing small dragons - three.

These dragons sat smiling,
The boys let out a cry,
"What wonderful dragons!
Did you fly down from the sky?"

"Why no we did not boys,
We were crafted for you,
We are each one different,
So shiny and new."

"A wonderful lady,
From just up the street,
Cut out each small body,
Our wings, hands and feet"

Then each sat down with their boy,
Listened to each one read,
Feeling much better,
Thanks to your skill Pippa Needs

They love them xx