The Lion
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist:
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim,
And a good little child will not play with him.
The Tiger
The Tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
And makes a pretty playfellow
For any little child.
And mothers of large families
(Who claim to common sense)
Will find a tiger well repays
The trouble and expense.
Following on from my last post (see A.E. Housman The African Lion), I had forgotten Hilaire Belloc’s poems about lions (and tigers) see above. He also wrote the story of Jim, who if you remember, got eaten by a lion. See separate post. I always did like cats.