A Children's Tale Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad

I sat by my grandmum,
Crosslegged on a stool,
To hear the tale of a ram,
That left and lost its wool.

Before man was a society,
All animals lived in one community,
Lion as the kingdom's mighty,
Ruled with much brutality,
And none challenging his majesty.

The mole made a hole underground,
Never ever to be found around,
The hare turned cunning,
Cheating, chasing, challenging,
Leaving the weak, the mighty weeping.

But poor ram had nowhere to go,
Its pride and brains were no more,
Its laziness to it was a blow,
And the rest treated it as a foe.

It travelled miles down the valley,
And met man in a society,
Pledged for a two day stay,
But man never let it away,
For its wool he did shear,
Enabling him to be richer.