The wild little lion and the prim rose she wolf
There's once was a wild little lion
That was very wild, he would do what lions do
And have sex morning, noon, and night
All that changed when he captured a lone she wolf
The lone she wolf was in the hungry little lion's den
She was fearless, beautiful
She had a dark side to her which the little lion liked about her
The little lion was so very smitten by the she wolf
He would do anything for the she wolf
He would even die for the she wolf if he had to
But the she wolf loved the little lion for his faults and even the lion's battle scar
The scar on the little lion's face the almost cute off his noise
The she wolf had the name of rose
Like the prim rose she was delicate, so sweet, so soft
Like the finest silk, her eyes were as bright as a pool of liquid sapphires in star dust
Her lips were as red roses and as plump and juicy as a peach
Even though he was too small for a kiss