I fell in love with a lion in the long wild grass,
And we loved each other truly and deeply,
Until one day he waved his paw sadly across the hill,
And I saw his wife running gracefully towards me like a wave in the grass,
A sleek hunting machine with daggered feet,
And I knew she would rip me apart like a brittle sun-bleached newspaper,
Till the blinding white light shone out of my tattered ears.

So I ran away up the hill out of the long grass,
And as I looked down at what had been,
She had disappeared like the waves in the grass.