The lion walked into his lair,

Bent down and picked up a pear.

Whats this! he roared.
A hair on my pear?
Mrs Lion turned from the stove to stare,
(dinner was zebra pie and stew of hare.)
Whats that? she asked and proceeded to
stare.
Oh, nothing, my love, he chuckled with care.

But again she called, Are you complaining

over there?
Complain? Who, me? he asked.
No,no! Would I dare?
Well then, she snapped, sit down and eat
your hare.
He (meekly): Hair?
She (sternly): HARE!

In front of him Thud! Thud! She set the fare.

Hubby and cubby sat each in a chair .
There now, she smiled,
what a nice obedient pair.
Eat, my boy, he said with a smile so fair.
Heres what we call the royal lions share.