The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,
The lion-family is upset.

He cuffs his wife and bites her ears
Till she is nearly moved to tears.
Then some explorer finds the den
And all is family peace again.

(C) Vachel Lindsay
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Vachel Lindsay

• The Moons The North Winds Cooky
• The Congo
• Simon Legree
• Shakespeare
• Incense
• Kalamazoo
• To Lady Jane
• Euclid
• He Nears The Goal
• The Mouse That Gnawed The Oak-tree Down
• The Leaden-eyed
• Heart Of God
• Heres To The Mice!
• Beyond The Moon
• The Rhymers Reply. Incense And Splendor
• Star Of My Heart
• The Tale Of The Tiger Tree
• The Santa Fe Trail
• The Proud Farmer
• The Sun Says His Prayers
• Sweetheart Winter