Young Elsa was snell lioness,
when tame, no blame, she jumped for joy.
She caused consid'rable distress
once freed, agreed, she jumped at Joy.
For Adam's son was her mistress,
to man and wife far from a toy,
as in the bible all may guess,
the spare rib brought her naught but joy!
By tic ticked off, sad to express,
her three cubs sought grub, would employ
their time in hunting disposses
sing farmers' livestock, seldom coy.
The moral of this tale's teeth shown
in cubs rubbed wrong way when they're grown.
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