The Lion That Took Revenge

The Lion that Took Revenge There once was a lion named Lou, Who got caught and stuffed into a zoo. From his eyes there would always trickle a tear, When he remembers the catching of himself that year. Long years ago, when Lou was a cub, Two men came at him with guns and a club. Baby Lou was sucking from his mother’s teat, Devouring, gulping down all he could eat. It was his clever mother who sensed the danger, “Get up quickly, son, I smell a stranger.” “But mom! This teat is soft as silk; Besides, I want more of this creamy milk.” But danger was near, Danger mom couldn’t bear, So she picked up her son, And broke into a run. But alas, though she was strong and swift, She still had had heavy baby Lou to lift. The hunters saw the movement fast; They fired a bullet into the grass. The poor mother lion was hit straight through the heart, Her last, feeble words, “Run, son, I have to depart.” Lou was so shocked by the blood on the wound, And his mother’s sudden collapse on the ground, That he stood, rooted to the spot, dumb-found. That was why he was caught by a hound. Then he came to his senses and started to fight, He bit and scratched with all his might. Just then, the hunters appeared wearing malicious smiles; Then gave him a shot that made him groggy for quite a while. When he woke up, he was stiff and cramped, And into a weenie little cage he was crammed. A zookeeper gave him sour milk every night; Ladies screamed at his sight and took flight. Twenty years passed, and here he was still; With no grass, no trees and no hills. At last, an idea popped into his mind: He was going to take revenge for the likes of his kind! He leapt up and gave a mighty roar, That sent people screaming and running for the door. Then he tore at the wire with all his might Until a gaping big hole was in sight. He gave a great leap and soared out of it, Frightening the zebras out of their wits. Then he set off, roaring, to find the hunters; Policemen fainted at their encounters. In great strides and leaps he crossed the city, At long last spying hunter Dmitri. With a mighty roar that shook the skies, He separated the hunter from his thighs. Then he killed him with a pierce of his claws, Which were sharper than the sharpest saws. Whilst the next hunter, Zimbad, Was torn from his head; I’m sorry to say that no one was sad. Thus our hero, Lou, soared away from Canada And disappeared forever into South Africa.