Lion Without a Mane

Leo, the Lion was so sad He wanted a mane just like his dad. But he never grew one about his face, So he slinked around in dismal disgrace. He went to the grove and searched the brooks And saw what was missing from his looks. All other males from big to least Sported a mane like the King of Beasts. He’d run away to a menagerie Or join some zoo across the sea. They never knew just where he went Gone so long they began to lament. One day a strange lion came along; Females admired him, so virile and strong. He roared real loud and showed his claws All girl lions gave him applause. They cheered him on with eyes aglow More of this stranger they wanted to know. It was Leo the Lion, not timid and plain, But rather handsome in his store-bought mane.