I Raised a Baby Lion
I raised a baby lion
He was cute and he was fine.
He ate meat, and no potatoes,
I was the only one he’d mind
My husband left quite swiftly
In the middle of a day
After he and Lenny Lion wrestled,
He was scared, and straight away.
Lenny’s favorite was raw meat.
Cooked, absolutely not.
He liked it fresh and tender
And not the stuff I bought.
The mailman was grouchy,
The mailman was late.
I lost my silly temper,
And I served him on a plate.
I lured over the cute neighbor
The one who did me wrong
Lenny finished her at breakfast,
Spitting out her thong
People were suspicious
They stopped coming to the house,
Anyway, I thought they did,
But Lenny was no mouse
His appetite got bigger,
It was hard to parade them in.
He started getting hungry
And his tummy seemed quite thin
He is sitting in the kitchen,
Waiting for a snack.
I am creeping out my window,
There is no time to pack.
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