'Twas a rainy night, gloomy and cold,

Where from a hornbill, I was told

That a longly awaited day had come

That I had to be waiting back at home

So I ran, and ran, and ran calling out

Hoping that Simba would hear my shout

For there wasn't a moment that I could waste

I couldn't slow down to a slower pace

So my legs to me far, to that big 'ol rock

Where as what I saw was quite a shock

That lioness, that Nala, that queen

Lying on the ground, and far from lean

I said to myself, "You've been gone to long"

"On vacation, in the trees, by the bird's song"

I realized, in less than a minute

That this moment would be quite exquisite

Now of course that cub had been due to come

But this would not be one, but some

The queen was far too large to be,

Carrying one...just take it from me!

I'd seen queens from Fasisi to this one here

And this number of cubs would be quite queer

And who would be king, what on Earth would they do?

Would they keep them all...what would you do?

So that pregnant queen...she pushed and she moaned

She growled, she grunted, she rolled and she groaned

Simba stood near, with Zazu on hand

Timon in the corner, still in a stand

As the rain slowed down and the sun came high,

Nala grunted and groaned, and with one last sigh

Her first cub was born, dirty and small,

Though a miracle it was, I let out a call

More pushing and grunting and groaning about,

As animals began crowding around,

Nala pushed and she moaned,

And then more cubs were born.

Five was the total, all little and cute

The bunch together was a definite beaut

But one didn't make it, and was put to death

Without even taking its very first breath

The presentation was a joy

As I displayed the three girls and one boy

Though the loss of the fifth was quite sad

To have the other four, we were all glad.

The cubs were alike, all tannish and sweet

But some had to go, four they could not keep

But where did they go, that story shall be told

Will they be happy, or left in the cold?