The Curious Little Lion

Once the little lion was stunned by the tone of the dancing clover, 

deep inside the jungle where he'd never been there before.

He bravely claimed himself as a conqueror.

Because to get that clover,

he must climb a high bundle of roots with his fully endeavour.

That was gonna be the long journey of the little lion's first adventure. 

Crossing the underneath of an unfamiliar blue skies.

Observed and observed with his innocent full-rounded eyes.

He stopped by at the small pond sometimes.

Firstly he didn't know the drinking method.

But after, it's too easy for him, though

touching the water was seemingly too odd.

The little lion had always never been giving up.

Observed and observed with his innocent full-rounded eyes.

He found the trees smelled queer like piss.

Firstly he didn't know how to recognize.

But after, he knew the queer smelled trees couldn't be followed up.

The farer he went through deep inside the jungle,

the better he got the answer of the hidden riddle.

Observed and observed with his innocent full-rounded eyes.

The little lion was seemingly no need of some rests,

Cause he had only one thought; no rest triggers the best.

Once he figured out his paws were hurted,

Again, he stopped and observed;

but this time, he really didn't know how to heal himself.

What a helpless!

He let the curiousity ate his happiness.

He even couldn't help himself, hobbled.

He found his paws got worsen,

so he realized something that he couldn't even mention.

Long he stopped and stood,

being so curious about the unreachable dancing clover in a far away jungle wood.

However, then he reconsidered;

that restless did not always bring the bestest.