The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE |