A dancing dragon winds
   through streets of Chinatown.
 Head pivots, nods, and turns
   as it looks all around.

I hope its golden eye
   will not catch sight of me
 because its big, curved fangs
   do not look so friendly.

You may say its paper,
    and those teeth can't do harm,
 but there's life in its moves
    that's cause of my alarm.