Стихи про льва на английском

The lion, the lion, he dwells in the waste,He has a big head and very small waist,But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grimAnd a good little child will not play with him.When man first went to look aroundHe saw a lion on the groundThe lion tried to give a smileThe man felt happy — for a whileUntil he saw the lion's jawFull of teeth and looking forSomething good and fat to eatSo the man decided to retreatThe lion was only going to playHe'd already eaten once that day.