One day when you come home from the forest

My Hunter,

Don’t be surprised if you find the Den quiet;

Your Lioness has developed a taste for her own game!

Take a seat, love: Put your bundle of carcass aside,

No Cubbies are much fond of it,

Elixir from her bosom is often enough to make them up,

Why don’t you do

A little peekaboo, piggybacking

A little tickling the tummy

A little merrymaking with your mane?

For which they have stronger appetite for!

One day when you come home from the forest

My Hunter,

Don’t be surprised if you find the Den empty;

Your Lioness has developed a taste for her own game

And she is out to-

Bring enough toppings to go with the meat you caught

Or enough meat to go with the toppings you brought

Do not forget we will need

Some extra for the cold days,

And for cubbies’ birthdays!

Yes,

One day when you come home from the forest

My Hunter,

Don’t be surprised if you find the Den dark.

Would you mind kindling the dinner table, dear?,

And spreading the fresh table-cloth, the floral one

Arranging some china, if you may

For when I come home, wrangling with the fellow predators,

Blood-mouthed and exhausted

I’d like to put my feet up

Laugh as we eat together,

Yawn as we wash together

Chuckle as we cuddle together

And

Moan as we come together