In pain a mighty lion roared
There was a toothpick in his claw
He turned and spied a church mouse
Upset but still in awe
Respecting the law of nature
The church mouse humbly bowed
Subjecting to a lion…
…Who is normally quite proud
Little mouse approached the powerful lion
In a brave display he bit in with raw thrust
Kept gnawing on the toothpick till it
Eventually became sawdust
How beautiful it was to see the lion
Express gratitude but it’s sad to explain
Lions can kill in a
Labor of love…
…But at least the mouse
Died in no pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem