What would you think of a Lion who’s always lyin’?
Leo wouldn’t tell the truth to save his mom from dyin’.
When he was young he stole a neighbor’s bike
“It wasn’t me,” he fibbed, “the thief was really Mike.”
At school he would rob his classmates’ lunch money
While they were sad and hungry, he thought it was funny.
“Who stole my fresh cookies?” asked the boys’ mother.
“It wasn’t me!” lied Leo, pointing at his brother.
While other lions are regal and may sit upon a throne
Inside Leo’s furry body there is not one honest bone.
If you want to see ol’ Leo, you will find him in a jail,
They locked him up for all his lying ‘till he’s 90 and quite frail.
He still fibs lies from dawn to dusk – he’s done it from his youth
It’s one falsehood after another; he’s not burdened with the truth.