The lion just adores to eat
A lot of red and tender meat,
And if you ask the lion what
Is much the tenderest of the lot,
He will not say a roast of lamb
Or curried beef or devilled ham,
Or crispy pork or corned beef hash
Or sausages or mutton mash
Then could it be a big, plump hen?
He answers no. What is it then?
Oh, lion dear, could I not make
You happy with a lovely steak?
Could I entice you from your lair,
With rabbit pie or roasted hare?
The lion smiled and shook his head,
He came up very close and said,
“The meat that I am about to chew,
Is neither steak nor chops, ITS YOU!!!!