The Lion

Vachel Lindsay

The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,
The lion-family is upset.

He cuffs his wife and bites her ears
Till she is nearly moved to tears.
Then some explorer finds the den
And all is family peace again.

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• Vachel Lindsay : The Haughty Snail-king
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• Vachel Lindsay : The Flower Of Mending