Sitting, watching, awaiting the lion,
wrecking havoc across the sky.
Tearing down walls, eating up people,
nothing held down tight will fly.
Sitting, watching, awaiting the lion,
the fiercest and most ferocious of all.
See how it rumbles, and growls, and roars;
ripping off roofs and front doors.
Sitting, watching, awaiting the lion,
See how it hisses and scratches.
We’d better get ready, prepare for the storm.
Don’t forget, batten down all hatches.
Sitting, watching, awaiting the lion,
Too, too, bad, it is already here.
Now there’s nowhere to hide.
We will all fly, except,
for those of us,
tied down,
by fear.
