November

Each month has its own beauty

The Dandy Lion

Deafening is the lion's roar

In strength and pride he stands

Terror is the way he rules

As King throughout the land

Hidden in the grassy plains

Waiting for his chance

He's storing up on energy

Planning his advance

All at once he blazes forth

And shows his yellow mane

Once he makes his presence known

They won't let him remain

The battle lines are clearly drawn

In this endless summer war

Though they spray and shriek and hack away

They can't tame the lion's roar