Ephemeral gadzooks

By Nirsha Saravanan

Crying in the shade with the sun in the eye.

Magnificent mane of the golden white wing;

Like a dream I saw the lion, the pulchritudinous butterfly lion.

The doughty cub besottedly walked on the lines as I try;

I stare and glare at the wonderful bling.

Crying in the shade with the sun in the eye.

I woke up by the mighty roar, by the wonderful lion hereby;

The gelatinous beat of the birds began, as the strapping lion started to sing.

Like a dream I saw the lion, the pulchritudinous butterfly lion.

Covered in mud, he took a bud, when I saw the sky.

Thanks to me, he is flawless as heaven, on a sunny hot spring.

Crying in the shade with the sun in the eye.

Fluffy as cotton, I couldn’t resist so I had to lie;

I've seen lots of animals but never the king;

Like a dream I saw the lion, the pulchritudinous butterfly lion.

Darkness awoke, everything became a dream and now I have to say good bye;

I saw him lonely, all sad and frightened, he was such a bling,

Crying in the shade with the sun in the eye;

Like a dream I saw the lion, the pulchritudinous butterfly lion.

By Nirsha Saravanan