The Vixen and the Lioness

A vixen with her seven kits

Went out to get some air
And as they scampered all about
They found a lion there
A-resting in the long tall grass
And cuddling with her cub
The vixen thought to speak out loud
The lioness to snub

“Why you look smug, oh haughty dame

You look to be in heaven
But you’ve just one for progeny
While I have all of seven
I wonder why you feel so proud
When all you have is one
Can you imagine all my pride
For all that I have done?”

The lioness did lift her head

With steadfast calming gaze
Then stood up tall and walked away
Ignoring vixen’s phrase
And then she wrinkled up her nose
And formed a noble quote
She turned to face the vixen there
Who had such cause to gloat

“Yes, look at your collection

Of children all about
They certainly are foxes
Of that there is no doubt
And what have they to boast about
With all the things they’re tryin’?
My single cub has precious worth
For he’s a noble lion!