A li-on gazed down at his shad-ow one day;

Said he, “I look fierce, I de-clare!

No won-der my neigh-bors keep out of my way,

And wish they were birds of the air!

“And I own that real-ly I feel a-fraid

Some-times when I hear my-self roar!”

And he wished as he went and lay down in the shade

That he need be a li-on no more.