Little feet once jingled with bells,
Used to run across your porch.
You picked up the babe
And put it behind the bars.
That was for its good you would say,
Maybe then, it needed your care.
But twenty years later it doesn’t,
Why then the confinements still reinforced?
It’s a lion’s cub, you got there, you may not realize yet.
And since you cannot harness a predator that magnificent,
Learn to let him out into the wild – he’s born to rule,
Not loiter around here and there, he isn’t a cat in your house…