The Reluctant Dragon: No. 2, The Boy Visits the Dragon's Cave

Out through the cottage door and skip across the yard
Went the boy with his head full of dragons breathing hard
Up along the village street and down beyond the hill
At last his chance had come for real adventure to begin
Up across the hillside all crisp and frosty white
Down the winding woodland path the boy ran swiftly through the night
To the secret hiding place that fearsome fiery dragons there
What adventure, what excitement, feels like magic in the air
Now at last he'll know the answers to a plethora of puzzles
Does a dragon save his grapes and such before he chews and guzzles?
Does he use a stable mat, gear or a knife, a fork and spoon?
Does he wash his claws and whiskers carefully when he dines at noon?
When he tries to eat an ice cream does his fiery breathing melt
Bubbling ice cream and slippage trickling down his scaly pelt?
If he sniffs at buds of flowers does he make the blossoms droop?
Does he singe his hair and whiskers when he blows upon his soup?
By the time the boy had reached the highest point among the hills
He was dreaming all of dragons and their hits and damsel grills
Do they kill before they grill or do they like to hear the screams
Of their gently roasting victims bitten right along their seams?
And in case you all are thinking that this subject's done to death
Well, don't worry, we shall stop now
'Cause we've all run out of breath