By Roald Dahl
The Lion just likes to eat
A lot of red and tender meat
And if you ask the Lion what
Is much the tenderest of the lot
He will not say a roast of lamb
Or curried beef or devilled ham
Or crispy pork or corned beef hash
Or sausage or mutton mash
Then what could it be a big plump hen?
He answers no. What is it then?
Oh, Lion dear, could I not make
You happy with a lovely steak
Could I entice you from your lair?
With rabbit pie or roasted hare?
The Lion smiled and shook his head.
He came up very close and said
“The meat I’m about to chew
Is neither steak nor chops. IT’S YOU.”