Poem by Hilaire Belloc

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.

1. Is there any reward?
2. Our Lord and Our Lady
3. The Pelagian Drinking Song
4. The Rebel
5. Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties

Ogden Nash The Lion ("Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan!")

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