SHHHH! Don’t wake the lion.

SHHHH! Don’t wake the lion,He’s dreaming in his den,Of stalking through the bedroomAnd hunting mice again.

His snowy mane is mighty,His whiskers fierce and long,He rules the quilted kingdom—Where every cat belongs.

His paws are built for pouncing,His claws are tucked away,But should a careless toe go by…That toe might be his prey!

He prowls across the pillows,He conquers every chair,He guards the wild savannahFrom halfway up the stair.

His tail can lash like thunder,His eyes can flash and gleam,He’ll chase a fearsome featherAcross a sunlit stream.

He roars when bowls are empty,A dreadful, mournful sound:“Meee-OWWW!” it shakes the jungleAnd echoes all around.

He stalks the mighty red dot,He hunts the crinkly mouse,No creature dares to challengeThe lion of the house.

But now his hunt is over,His fearsome roar is done;He’s curled his tail around himAnd sleeping in the sun.

So tiptoe past his kingdom,Be quiet as can be…That fluffy little lionIs wild as wild can be.

His mighty paws are twitching—He’s chasing something spry…

SHHHH! Don’t wake the lion.Just let the big kitty lie.