How to draw 'The Great Old Wizard Tickety Boo'

There lived an old wizard called Tickety Boo,

He lived in a land where Wart Globbers grew,

Up high on a hill there his castle stood,

Looking down on the creatures of Magic Tree Wood,

The Wizard he dressed in blue robes and a hat,

And sitting beside him, his friend Yabba Rat.

The Magic he used was for all good things,

To bring light to the wood, To mend fairies wings.

He once fought the mighty Dragon of Drake,

The monster was huge the size of a lake.

It roared at the Wizard, it was evil and bad,

It made all the creatures in Magic Wood sad.

Why did it attack? Why did it mean harm?

Why did it disturb all the peace and the calm?

No ordinary Dragon, this trouble was mean't,

From a far away place, this great beast it was sent.

Here was the work of a cruel evil thing,

The right Royal Wartarth Great Goblin King.

He hated the Wizard and all that was good,

So he'd sent his pet Dragon to destroy the old wood.

Some Wartglobbers hopped up the hill to the wizard,

With a flap of it's wings, Dragon caused a great blizzard,

One of the Wartglobber fell onto it's back,

Dragon circled above then flew down to attack.

The old wizard chanted, summoned powers so intense,

Even the Great Dragon, could not breach this defense.

Surrounding the Wartglobbers in a protective bubble,

To keep them all safe and avoid any trouble.

The wizard stood on his battlements high,

Overlooking the land and the sea and the sky.

He asked the dragon, "Please will you leave?",

Then pulled out a potion from inside his sleeve.

The dragon sneered anf laughed out loud,

From his mouth came fire and his nostril smoke cloud.

"I'll stay as long as I like old man,

just try and stop me if you can!"

The Wizard shrugged and used the potion,

Which put the dragon in slow motion.

He then pulled out his wand of good,

This stopped the dragon where it stood.

Falling to the ground, the Great Dragon of Drake,

Complained loudly of a strange stomache ache.

The wizard danced with the greatest of glee,

Then said to the dragon "Don't mess with me."

Dragon rolled over, got back onto his feet,

Limped slowly away, head hung down in defeat.

Looking back gave a scowl, a grumble a sneer,

Coughed a few times, then he spoke very clear.

"Old man you may have won today,

But i'll be back another day."

Far away in a cave that's both smelly and damp,

Sat the King watching flames in his magical lamp.

In it he saw his pet Dragons defeat,

Cowering and limping away in retreat.

He growled through his teeth,Thumped at his chair,

The sound echoed loudly, throughout his lair.

"I'll get you old wizard and all the things good,

Take your stone castle and that magic Tree wood."

Back at the castle Tickety gave a big smile,

As he patted our Yabba, they talked for a while.

They sat and watched as night turned to dawn,

Both put up their arms, Gave a stretch and a yawn.

Sleepily walked and climbed into their beds,

Within seconds came snoring and big sleepy zeds.

With this it seems our story ends,

But now you've met so many friends.

Yabba Rat will be dreaming of you,

As will the Old Wizard, Tickety Boo.

So don't be down or look so glum,

For more adventures are still to come.