The Candy Lion
by Abbie Farwell Brown

A Candy Lion’s very good,
Because he cannot bite,
Nor wander roaring for his food,
Nor eat up folks at night.

But though it’s very nice for me,
It’s not so nice for him;
For ev’ry day he seems to be
More shapeless and more slim

And first, there’s no tail any more,
And next, he has no head,
And then he’s just a candy roar–
And might as well be dead.