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When I was a lion cub,
It was easy just to dub

Dub me as frail and fragile
Not very adequate or agile

I needed to be looked after
And chided for even the simplest laughter

I was sheltered behind
All the adult kind

And no one was allowed to touch me
But then I found my key

And I grew up big and strong
I ended up learning right from wrong

I no longer needed to be sheltered and cared for
I could do that myself and more.

But as the pride leader you noticed my strength
And as the pride leader you couldn't let me stay there for a length

You fought me until I bled
You fought me until I was nearly dead.

You kicked me out of the pride
I left and cried and cried

You only took care of me until I could take care of myself
You left me to die and ignored me yourself.

You raised me up, then tore me down
And it is evident within my constant frown