Is a thing that a lion enjoys;
But he rightly and strongly objects to the taste
Of good and uneatable boys.
When he bites off a piece of a boy of that sort,
He spits it right out of his mouth,
And retires with a loud and dissatisfied snort
To the east or the west or the south.
So lads of good habits, on coming across
A lion, need feel no alarm,
For they know they are sure to escape with the loss
Of a leg, ar a head, or an arm.