The Lion
When he speaks,
His voice is like thunder,
A mouse squeaks,
And tries to hide under,
Under a bush,
Trying to hide from the lion,
The lion gives him a push,
And is soon fryin'
A mouse in a pan,
For his dinner,
He scares beast and man,
And is the winner,
And so when you see him coming toward you,
Don't look afraid,
He doesn't want you--
But your attractive maid!
