There are those times,
When my gentle soul, turns into a wild one.
If you fight with me or threaten those I love,
A lioness appears with a wiry, yellow mane
And a heart inflamed with raw indignation.
I will bare my teeth and roar from the depths.
With smouldering fury, spring out from nowhere,
And thunder through the undergrowth towards you.
The lioness, on fire with rage – will stop at nothing.
So when she appears, hunker down, hide or flee.
Attacking or defending, she will hunt you down.
Make sure then, you don’t mess with me!