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In a land where the sunsets dip,
Lived a dragon made of tortilla chip.
He breathed hot salsa, spicy and red,
And snacked on guacamole in his cozy bread bed.
With scales so crunchy, he’d fly and soar,
Spreading joy from shore to shore.
His tail, a twist of lime and zest,
Would flick margaritas, the very best.
At night he'd bask in the moon’s bright glow,
Dreaming of tacos and the magic below.
A fiesta forever, his favorite delight,
Where the salsa’s always dancing, and the guac’s just right.
So here’s to the dragon, with a chip so grand,
Bringing flavors of fiesta to this happy land.
With margaritas to toast and friends to greet,
Life’s a party when it’s spicy and sweet!