A Lion, swimming near Iona, Was swallowed by a whale, like Jonah, But struggled from the monster's mouth Four hundred miles further south To be washed up in hail and snow Like Jonah many years ago.   Our Grandma, walking by the beach, Saw him just beyond her reach Then, wading out in driving rain, She grasped him by his hairy mane And pulled him through the foaming brine. She dried him off. He's doing fine.   Now whales, though they have their uses, Have very strong digestive juices And Leo, who was strong and wise, Is only half his former size. But his brain, as may be expected, Appears to be quite unaffected.   He's the nicest Lion we have seen, With head and tummy full of bean. His bad encounter with that whale Did not affect his bonkish tail. The sweetest of the Lion race, He rests contented in my case.	I have indigestion! That was a bad experience!       My name is Leo. I like tiger soup for my breakfast! Do you know where I can find a tiger?
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