“Past the river, and through the jungle,

There lives a lion,

In its den,

It prowls around at the mouth of its cave,

Circling the air as if it’s trying to catch invisible prey.

It never hunts nor leaves it cave,

But sits around lazily,

Waiting for its mate to bring home the food.

At first glance it may seem menacing,

But the lazy lion,

Will attack nothing but the air in the sky.

As days go on it hides in its cave,

Refusing to test the waters,

The unconcerned Lion,

Does nothing but sit and yawn.”