The golden lion stood,

proud in the sunlight,

like a knight.

The mustard mane

was as floppy as a rag

lay in the sunlight.

The paws

as big as a hippo

were flat on the gripping ground.

Eyes kept on its helpless prey,

like a hawk,

they never gazed away.

Ears as long as trees,

with its hearing as good as its vision,

the prey was heard from a mile away.