The Lion is an awful bore,
He comes and dabbles in your gore.
And if he wants to have a feed,
He bites your leg and makes it bleed.
Although the tears stream from your eyes,
He takes no notice of your cries.
In vain you argue or protest,
He finishes his meal with zest.
Nor will he take the least rebuff
Until he feels he's had enough.
(This original accompanying poem, pertaining to the image, will be included with your print. Firstly, a copy neatly pasted to the rear of the backing board, and a copy as a separate sheet for your reference.)
