A fallen tree was found one day
As one young tiger strolled
And that was where he chose to stay
To let tense claws unfold...
...
The lion is a busy beast
Until he feels fatigue...
When doziness has then increased
With sleepytime to seek...
...
Your beauty lives within my heart
As if a warming flame,
As if a poet to impart
The sigh that is your name...
...
Two little lions closed their eyes,
So tired in the sun...
No longer now the cool wise guys,
So spritely, full of fun.
...
To some, she was a dancer,
With magic steps to boot,
To some, a sweet romancer,
With classic smiles so cute.
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To some, she was a dancer,
With magic steps to boot,
To some, a sweet romancer,
With classic smiles so cute.
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How gingerly the wolf leg hangs,
Now poised there in mid-air...
As he fights back the hunger pangs
That could lead to despair.
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The tiger tip-toes here and there
As he goes on patrol,
Close to the river's edge aware
Of every living soul.
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