Classic Poem

The Lion ramps around the cage,
The Lady smiles to see him rage.
The little Mouse outside the bars
Looks on and laughs. " Well, bless my stars! "
Quoth he, " to think they call that thing
The King of Beasts ! If he's a King,
Who cannot make the Lady wince,
What must I be? When, not long since,
Inside the cage I chanced to slip,
You should have seen that Lady skip
Upon the Lion's back. " Help! Murder!
A Mouse!" she screamed; you should have heard her!
And then with brooms the keepers came
And drove me out (but, all the same,
I got the crumb that I was after)
A King indeed! Excuse my laughter! "