A Spring Snack
On a spring day fair,
I came upon a lair,
In which two lions lay.
I held my breath,
And expected death,
Indeed, without delay.
The lion cub said to his mum:
Oh what do my eyes see?
But a man so tender, juicy and soft,
And probably quite good for me?
The lion mum said to the cub:
Do not be a fool!
He has no flesh, he is string and bone,
But quite good to be my stool!
The lion cub and the lion mum,
Looked at me greedily,
And at that look, I ran away,
Very speedily.
The lion cub and the lion mum,
Looked at my retreating back,
And the lion cub said to his mum:
I think we lost our snack!
© Tasha Kahn
