(_Teacher sings._)
The lions shun the sun!
All day, asleep,
Deep in the thicket’s shade
The lions keep.
(_Teacher sings._)
’Tis in the dark midnights
The lions wake;
All silent and alone
Their way they take.
(_Teacher sings._)
Awake, at night they seek
The river-shore;
(_Children join in._)
And all the desert vast
Shakes with their roar.
[Illustration: Turn, sing, right arms lifted like imperious paws.
March around the room rapidly, tossing heads, pursuing teacher, or
mother, who “falls in” at the right point, keeping in advance.
March around the room again. “Take the prey” by overtaking and
surrounding the teacher, or mother.]
(_Children sing._)
The lions, they are kings!
They make the law!
Yea, every creature fears
The lion’s paw!
(_Teacher sings._)
The lions never tire!
With tossing mane
They bound along
The moonlit plain.
(_Children sing._)
They never, never tire!
They speed away
And follow, follow on,
And take the prey!
_Grey Burleson._