At Mealtime Poem by Fabian Gerard Stanley

The alarm rang out loud, t'was past midday
As a certain lion in arrogant slumber lay;
By the time it woke up, it was too late
For craftier predators had grabbed its plate.

With demolished pride, he licks his wounds
In the blazing heat of the afternoon;
When fate intervened and stole the show,
For the lion will now hungry roar.

How it happened, the lion'll never know,
Still reeling from that stealthy blow;
Yes, in battle, size does matter,
But someone got served on Fate's platter.

The lesson is, to be not so proud
That thumping your chest gets unbearably loud;
Be wise, be humble, on the truth meditate,
Or share in the lion's humbling fate.