A lion, starving, once pursured
A frightening donkey foe,
When through the morning solitude
He heard a rooster crow.
Not knowimg that a harmless fowl
Had made this mighty sound,
He paused in a dread; then, with a howl,
Turned homeward at a bound.
Meanwhile the donkey gave his head
A proud and knowing fling.
“Look! I have scared him off!” He said;
And chases the Forest King.
And that is how it came about
A clawed and tawny beast
Rrcovered swiftly from his rout
And had a donkey feast.
