The young Natal thought his oasis
The best of all possible places;
For it had a mirage
In the form of a large
And affectionate female curvaceous.
But the young Natal was put in distress
The lioness he met left him a mess;
They returned his entrails
By the regular mails
And the rest of his body by express.
The lioness stood before Justice Percival
Who said, “I suppose you’ll get worse if’ll
Send you to jail,
So I’ll put you on bail.”
Now wasn’t Judge Percival merciful?