Oh lovely lion of the night,by twink'ling star and moon-ish light,can I, with many baked goods yummy,convince you not to take a bite?My twilight walk would start to rankleIf I'd a big hole in my ankle.Your teeth are moonbeam-bright and shinyPlease don't use 'em? I'd be thankful!Perhaps some late-night cookies, lion,could keep your empty tum from cryin'!Some evening cake or midnight shortbreadwill always be more satisfyin'!