Are you so unhappy you could howl?
Scream no more, cease the screeching,
Stop the incessant boohooing!
As you arrive at our lair today
You seek my compassion and an affair
Of fairness and love amazed
At my keeping of my lair.
There is love in your tea today,
There is succour all the time and when
There is life in my bones this day
You keep close to our den.
Lion you are-- majestic and proud,
Never ever have you dishonoured or bowed,
You get all the stolen ware from our lair
In this affair that is very fair.
In the noon tide march there is surety;
In the August winds there is harmony
As all the dhoortooring ceases today
In my heart there is love arisen unspare.
-- From me to you
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