Leo

Leo, the king of the lazy Lie in the sun basking belly high If she does not go out to hunt You will surely die Why am I waiting for dinner If she does not pull her finger out My belly will get thinner Then behold, dinner is served Leo wants the lions share, he must be first Slap, smash, fly the cubs at his feet When the king has filled his fill The morsels you may eat Now back to twenty more hours Of belly basking under the warm evening heat I wonder what the morrow will bring to eat I am Leo, the king of the plains I will not tolerate hunger pains One day his kingdom of lazy will over ride When a new young strong buck Eyes up the provideress of his Pride