стихи про льва на английском

The lion, the lion, he dwells in the waste,

He has a big head and very small waist,

But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim

And a good little child will not play with him.

When man first went to look around

He saw a lion on the ground

The lion tried to give a smile

The man felt happy - for a while

Until he saw the lion's jaw

Full of teeth and looking for

Something good and fat to eat

So the man decided to retreat

The lion was only going to play

He'd already eaten once that day.