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| I wish I were a lion, not a little mouse I would rule the garden by my little house If I were a lion, not a little mouse I would rent a castle for my loving spouse I wish I were a lion, not a little mouse I would toss my mane and loose each little louse If I were a lion, not a little mouse I would douse the cat and then the cat I’d douse Oh! To roar with lion pride Nevermore be meek Oh! To roar a lion’s roar Flexing my physique I wish I were a lion, not a little mouse My cape would be of ermine; and silk would be my blouse If were a lion, not a little mouse I would be so regal, I would hardly grouse I wish I were a lion, not a little mouse Leonine my sobriquet, never more a souse Oh, if I were a lion, not a little mouse I would be so daring, I might even leave the house Oh! To roar with lion pride Nevermore be meek Oh! To roar a lion’s roar... Roar! As around my door I'd peek |
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