As he stood proud and strong.
As regal as a king at court,
Discerning right from wrong.
Mama touched a lion's mane
With no fear in her eyes.
She put her arm around his neck
And squeezed him side to side.
Mama touched a lion's mane.
Her hand caressed his hair.
His roughened locks were cool to touch,
Surounding fingers bare.
Mama touched a lion's mane
And gave her fist a pump.
And now adventure waits for her
To touch a camel's hump.
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