The Noble Lion To His Lady Clarinda

I will come and I’ll touch you,
I’ll adore and I’ll munch you,
While list’ning to your last prayer.
I’ll shake you with passion,
For that is my fashion
When starting a noble affair.
Oh, what’s for dessert?
A Wai Yue won’t hurt,
And maybe a Bingo or bum.
It’s hard to decide—
For a lion has pride—
Between beauty and barking and dumb!

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