How to Name a Dragon

The new kid on the block, our bearded dragon, sunning on a log.

Here at the museum, the contest for bearded dragon names is heating up! The museum staff has narrowed the options down to two, Custard and Kazul, for you to vote on (click here if you haven’t voted yet!). Our Facebook page has been exploding with votes from our followers-thanks to all who have voted! We’re hoping to get even more feedback, so voting will continue until Monday, October 15. 

To help you decide which name to choose, we’d like to share the stories that inspired the names we chose. “Kazul” comes from the novel Dealing with Dragons by Patricia C. Wrede. Kazul is the dragon hero of the story. We found Custard in The Tale of Custard the Dragon, a poem written in 1936 by Ogden Nash. Here’s how it goes:

Belinda lived in a little white house,

With a little black kitten and little gray mouse,

And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,

And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,

And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,

And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,

But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,

And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,

Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,

And realio, trulio daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrelful of bears,

And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,

Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,

But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,

Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,

They all sat laughing in the little red wagon

At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shook the house,

And Blink said “Weeck!” which is giggling for a mouse,

Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,

When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,

And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.

“Meowch!” cried Ink, and “Ooh!” cried Belinda,

For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,

And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,

His beard was black, one leg was wood;

It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried, “Help! Help!”

But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,

Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,

And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up umped Custard, snorting like an engine,

Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,

With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm,

He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda’s dragon,

And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,

He fired two bullets, but they didn’t hit,

And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,

No one mourned for his pirate victim.

Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate

Around the dragon that ate the pirate.

But presently up spoke little dog Mustard:

“I’d have been twice as brave if I hadn’t been flustered.”

And up spoke Ink and up spoke Blink:

“We’d have been three times as brave, we think,”

And Custard said, “I quite agree

That everybody is braver than me.”

Belinda still lives in her little white house,

With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,

And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,

And her realio, trulio little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrelful of bears,

And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,

Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,

But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

Now that you know a little more about the names, go vote!

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