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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! "