Because apparently it's normal to start coming up with rhymes and poems at 3 o' clock in the morning! Well...no one ever said I was normal...so here it is, just a bit of random, crazy, tired fun. 
There was a young lion called Red,
who decided to live in a shed.
The shed was round,
with a flippin' great mound,
upon a leafy bed.
Under the silver moon,
Red sat with a copper spoon.
All the floofs surrounded him,
And soon the cat began to play a tune,
on an old wood violin.
Red jumped around like a maniac,
and unfortunately injured his back.
Now sat on the roof,
with ice cream of floof,
the cat, voilin and spoon went poof.
