A Lion bravest of the wood,   Whose title undisputed stood,
  As o'er the wide domains he prowled,
  And in pursuit of booty growled,
  An Echo from a distant cave
  Re-growled articulately grave.
  His Majesty, surprised, began
  To think at first it was a man;
  But, on reflection sage, he found
  It was too like a lion's sound.
  "Whose voice is that which growls at mine?"
  His Highness asked. Says Echo, "Mine!"
  "Thine," says the Lion; "who art thou?"
  Echo as stern cried, "Who art thou?"
  "Know I'm a lion, hear and tremble!"
  Replied the king. Cried Echo, "Tremble!"
  "Come forth," says Lion, "show thyself!"
  Laconic Echo answered, "Elf!"
  "Elf dost thou call me, vile pretender?"
  Echo as loud replied, "Pretender?"
  At this, as jealous of his reign,
  He growled in rage—she growled again.

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