The Wonky Tooth Lion

Down in the glade
Where the lion cubs played
Sat a group of mother lions
Watching over their scions

The little ones jumped and skipped around
The air was filled with happy lion cub sounds
Mother lion smiled to see them have fun
Enjoying the breeze and the warmth of the sun

But right by her side sat a sad little fella
Something was wrong but he never could tell her
She licked his face and said go play
But he just cuddled closer, safer to stay

Feeling sleepy he couldn't stifle a yawn
And right there was revealed why he felt so forlorn
The other cubs laughed so hard they were crying
Because this was Brian the Wonky Tooth Lion

Brian closed his eyes and made a wish that he could be like the other lions

Brian wandered alone to the side of the ponds
Peering at his reflection through the fronds
Hesitantly he forced a grin
Then suddenly found himself in a spin
Head over heels he fell on his back
What on earth was on the attack

"Hello there," purred a cute pussy cat
"Hope you didn't mind, I'm an acrobat
Nice to see something different on the heath,
I really like what you've done with your teeth"

"You're cute," she said with a purring sound
"Perhaps you and me could hang around"
"I'd like that," said Brian picking up his chin
And gave her a winning wonky grin

The other lion cubs all watched amazed
As they made their way together back through the glade
Now Brian joins in all the fun
Running and jumping in the sun
The other cubs think what a lucky lion
One must be to have teeth like Brian