I’ve arm-wrestled with a bear,
Grabbed a lion by his hair,
But from one opponent, I do run away:
I’m a lily-livered coward,
Fearing I may be devoured,
Every time a little gray mouse comes my way.
~~~
I’ve arm-wrestled with a bear,
Grabbed a lion by his hair,
But from one opponent, I do run away:
I’m a lily-livered coward,
Fearing I may be devoured,
Every time a little gray mouse comes my way.
~~~