Lionhearted
The lion asked his mother why
The stars, the sun, the moon, the sky,
Existed, and she said, "For you!
The Universe is yours. It's true.
The Universe that poets sing of
Is but the jungle you are king of."
Are all of us not lions then?
Is not the Universe our den?
Do I not hold within my paw
The pen to write my own life's law?
And do I not in every growl
Roar forth more wisdom than an owl?
Although I lack both fur and mane,
No less than lions do I reign.
Were you too born a lion cub?
Rise up, I say, and join the club!
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