I Often Wonder How The Weak

I Often Wonder How The Weak

I often wonder how the weak

Are able to assist the strong

(As on a middle ground to seek

The fellowship to get along)

Albeit had the lamb its say,

And with the lion had agreed

It mostly seems to go the way

Of lions on lambs have to feed;

In other words for them to fit

Together in their partnership

One’s for the other's benefit—

A lamb lies in the lion’s grip;

So every lamb has to provide

The lion with a bite of meat,

As many a lamb has satisfied

The lion having what to eat.

Although it might not be ideal

(So far as any lamb can see)

A lion makes of lambs a meal

Which satisfies his majesty.

If nature meant some other way

For lions given their forepaws,

It seems to me one ought to say

A reason has to be for claws.

If they did not have teeth to tear

Prey with the way that lions do,

No lamb would be a lion’s share;

What would a cat’ve to come to?

Then for them both their destiny

By jungle law has been destined,

Where trophy hunters have to be

In search of lions and their kind.