The sleepwalking mongoose
Nearly met his demise
When he woke in a lion pride;
Wandering amongst predators
Is never too wise
Especially without eyes open wide!
As one of them lunged for him
He was under their jaws
And thought that he’d breathed his last,
But the sand cushioned the blow
And he escaped through their paws
Biting one as he passed.
The lion that was bitten
Was now REALLY mad
So, casting a backward glance,
The mongoose ran off,
Leaving the lions feeling had,
As he led them a merry dance!
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