Lions Flair

My friend, my little cub,
I saw some mortal, some born mettle.
They call themselves, “Lions”

Thus, My friend, my little cub,
Your class is certainly not feeble, nor weak,
And , remains besides the pack for eternity.
Plus, they protect the pack
The Lioness, they prepare the lion’s share.
But, neither of you ought to willingly grass the pack

Whereas, my friend, my little cub
They may not appear like “Lions”
Nevertheless they’re emphatically skilled alike“Lion’s”

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Auj Jassim