The Lion's Den

The lion is proud of his den and cubs,

As the lionesses courage frightens men with clubs;

The pride of the lion is the family from a pen,

Who understands the safety and protection of the den.

 

To write with power and strength and might,

Is like the lion who is king of the beasts in his mind;

So it is right to follow, to seek and to serve,

The life of the lion whose den it is, of a raw nerve.

 

The lion has the right to sit on each side of the thrown,

Who throws his nose at the head of the king to dispose;

And who has the right to sit down and think and compose,

The lines of the lion's den, is the pen of the person’s prose.

 

So superior is the lion to be king of the jungle and rule over the lioness,

Whose heart is to protect her cubs in the way best for me;

As I grow and I learn of the mum who has taught and said,

The words of wisdom bringing me up, wisely to live and not dread.

 

As she gracefully accepts second place to her superior male,

Who has the courage and strength to protect her when she would fail;

For her strength is strong for the children she does bring up,

Who to perfect the lion cub is the selfish ambition in a teacup.

 

The lion’s den is now written and down for you to read,

So I hope you will pursue and endeavor to follow the lions lead;

For those who are on top must fight to stay where they are,

Where the king and queen are on the loose and the lines main is mean.

 

Signed,

The Lions mane.