The Lions Share is traveling from distant lands they call abroad.
The wise men have all cautioned with a wink, a smile and nod.
There’s a boat on the horizon, off course and still they row.
For where they land can’t be as bad as the horrors that they know.
So bring it on your best scowls, your judgements and your scorn.
If you aren’t going to help, you’re on a path thats really worn.
The cubs are waiting quiet with their mothers and their fears.
They’re waiting for the Lions Share who are searching through their tears.