The boy who wanted, to be Tarzan,
Swung from tree to tree, in his garden
Always finishing his tea;
Building strong muscles was the key.
His muscles grew so big and hard
One day he cartwheeled, into next door’s yard;
Much to the shock of the neighbour’s dog;
Who growled and howled leaping off his log.
The fearsome beast licked the boys face clean;
Very friendly, not angry and never ever mean.
“I want to be Tarzan.” said the boy, not coy.
“I want to be a lion,” replied the dog to the boy.
The boy couldn’t believe his ears
To hear words from a dog he used to fear.
“Your a lion I’m Tarzan.” The Boy whispers in the dog’s ear.
As they play together, in a garden near.