When the moon was young and the earth was new there lived a great dragon named Haku.
Not king of land nor space, serpent like was he, the splendid magnificent king of the sea.
He ruled all the creatures with some patience, but much fear. To his lair they dared not go near.
For Haku was fearsome, wherever he went, the dragon fish, his courage never spent.
Eon's passed, or so it seemed, Haku was too harsh, so it was deemed.
Smaller he would be, his title he'd retain, Haku the Magnificent, anything but plain.
Now he lives, in my living room, a life of peace, shrimp pellets to consume.