The Lion And The Lamb Poem by Amy J Richardson

Atlas was a lion,
With mighty long claws,
A huge shaggy mane,
And enormous paws,
Big sharp teeth,
With a vice-like grip,
And a great long tail,
With a tuft on the tip.

But despite all that,
he was through and through,
As mellow as a mouse,
And as shy as a shrew,
Though he was large,
He could not disguise,
He was afraid of those,
Even half his size.

One lonely day,
He'd never have known,
That his luck had changed,
And the fates had sewn
A seed in the shape
Of a lamb quite tame,
Pretty was her face,
And Pip was her name.

This lamb had a fleece
Of snowdrop white,
Her smile was sweet,
And her eyes shone bright,
Her wool was soft,
Her hooves were neat,
And her voice rang clear,
With the cutest 'bleat'.

The king-size cat,
Felt fondness grow,
For wherever At went,
There was Pip in tow,
Filled with joy,
She couldn't help but skip,
With her tip tap hooves,
Going clip clip clip.

And so by and by,
They were bound as one,
The best of friends,
The very best bar none,
People oft said,
They were chalk and cheese,
But both as happy,
As you ever could please.

They'd sleep all day,
And dance all night,
Have the best of times,
Til the sky grew light,
They would laugh so loud,
And sing so free,
Not much bothering,
If others could see.

The lion and the lamb,
Were the oddest pair,
But friends like that,
Are especially rare.
So despite their looks,
When the day was done,
Never does it matter,
When they're having such fun.