|The following poem was written during a workshop at Glen Loomis Elementary School in Traverse City.
Loudly roaring, lying in the grass.
If you're out there, better hide fast.
It's a lion; hear him roar.
Look at that lion devour that boar.
Oh my gosh, here he comes.
That lion just at my thumbs.
Not neighborly, not easily scared.
Don't dare to enter the lion's lair.