The Lion

When I was looking for something different, I found an old jacket and in one of the pockets, I discovered this tiny lion. He must have stuck in there for a long time and he had no clue how he got there.
He was a little bit confused and afraid, so Anne tried to comfort him.
She told him the poem "Lizzy's Lion" from Dennis Lee

Lizzy's Lion
Lizzy had a lion 
With a big, bad roar, 
And she kept him in the bedroom 
By the closet-cupboard door. 

Lizzy's lion wasn't friendly, 
Lizzy's lion wasn't tame — 
Not unless YOU learned to call him 
By his Secret Lion Name. 

One dark night, a rotten robber 
With a rotton robber mask 
Snuck in through the bedroom window — 
And he didn't even ask. 

And he brought a bag of candy 
That was icky-sticky-sweet, 
Just to make friends with a lion 
(lf a lion he should meet). 

First he sprinkled candy forward, 
Then he sprinkled candy back,
Then he picked up Lizzy's piggy-bank 
And stuck it in his sack. 

But as the rotten robber 
Was preparing to depart, 
Good Old Lizzy's lion wakened 
With a snuffle and a start. 

And he muttered, "Candy? — piffie!" 
And he rumbled, "Candy? — pooh!" 
And he gave the rotten robber 
An experimental chew. 

Then the robber shooed the lion, 
Using every name he knew; 
But each time he shooed, the lion 
Merely took another chew. 

lt was: "Down, Fido! Leave, Leo! 
Shoo, YOU good Old boy!" 
But the lion went on munching 
With a look of simple joy. 

lt was: "Stop, Mopsy! Scram, Sambo! 
This is a disgrace!" 
But the lion went on lunching 
With a smile upon his face. 

Then Old Lizzy heard the rumble, 
And Old Lizzy heard the fight, 
And Old Lizzy got her slippers 
And turned on the bedroom light. 

There was robber on the toy-shelf. 
There was robber on the rug. 
There was robber in the lion 
(Who was looking rather smug). 

But Old Lizzy wasn't angry, 
And Old Lizzy wasn't rough. 
She simply said the Secret Name:
Lion — that's enough." 

The Old Lizzy and her Lion 
Took the toes & tum & head, 
And they put them in the garbage,
And they both went back to bed. 

After that, the lion wasn't afraid any more. He even told Anne his secret name :-)