The Little Lion

It was a little lion lay—
In wait he lay—he lay in wait.
Came those who said, “Pray come my way;
We joy to see a lion play,
And laud his, gait!”

The little lion mildly came—
In wait for prey—for prey in wait.
The people all adored his name,
And those who led him saw the same
With hearts elate.

The little lion grew that day,—
In glee he went—he went in glee.
Said he, “I love to seek my prey,
But also love to see the way
My prey seek me!”