This is the story of lion cub Kit.
He lives in the valley
just south of Mount Flit.
At the top of the peak of flittering Flit
stood a palace and throne;
where the great King would sit.
Kit was a Long Mane,
the littlest pride.
They were golden and shaggy, with a stripe on their side.
They are not very fierce
and they don’t have big roars.
In fact;
they shop for their food at local meat stores.
Each night before bed,
this small pride of three
would listen to dad read the Royal Decree.
(on image of scroll, not in standard text)
The King welcomes all a place in His house,
whether you’re a fifty ton elephant
OR a kangaroo mouse.
Each one has their baggage and difference of size,
but not to the King, when you look through His eyes.
He sees all of the critters in His Kingdom the same.
He wants to know each of them,
for that’s why He came.
“Even a Long Mane?" Asked little cub Kit.
“Do they have a place in the Palace of Flit?”
“Even a Long Mane!” His mother would say.
“Trust in your King, and you’ll see it one day!”
Then Kit would perk up, with all sorts of thoughts.
“Space for hippos or whales? Cause they’d take up lots!”
“What about jackals and rhinos, aren’t they too mean?
Or small little shrews, could they even be seen?”
As they tucked Kit in tight, they’d nod their head yes.
“He desires all critters, including their mess.”
Kit would then shut his eyes, still thinking inside:
Why would a King care about my lion pride?
When the lion awoke, he was not in a bed;
but on the drawbridge of a great castle instead!
Before he could move,
something lifted up Kit.
It was the royal ensemble from the Palace of Flit!
They sang and they danced,
without any weight.
They crossed the great bridge,
and went straight through the gate.
In the Great Hall, Kit saw many things:
hippos and whales, and a horse with pink wings!
Hyenas played catch with tiny gazelles,
while elephants blew on trumpeting shells.
Next was the courtyard, with colors so bright!
Peacocks and toucans, and parrots in flight.
They all had a nest,
to fly to and fro.
When a new bird arrived,
fresh branches would grow!
Kit was paraded,
down a non-ending hall.
It had thousands of doors; some short and some tall.
Round doors and wide doors,
all made quite unique.
One so unique, it caused Kit to shriek.
Kit opened the door, and then peaked inside…
A lion-sized room, with a swirly tree slide!
Zip-lines and swings hung over a lake.
A big giant table held candy and cake.
And there on the wall,
like a fiery flame:
“You are mine, little Kit, I have called you by name!”
“I made this for you,” said a voice behind Kit.
It was the King,
the Great King of Mount Flit!
“You have a place here, young lion cub Kit.”
“Long Manes belong in the Palace of Flit!”
“Now off we should go, there’s others to meet!”
“It’s time for the Banquet, I’ve saved you a seat.”
Kit walked through the door and saw a great feast.
All at one table,
from the great to the least.
There was a seat for EVERY last beast!
The King then stood up, for all those to see.
Opened a scroll, and read His Decree:
The King welcomes all a place in His house,
whether you’re a fifty ton elephant
OR a kangaroo mouse.
Each one has their baggage and difference of size,
but not to the King, when you look through His eyes.
He sees all of the critters in His Kingdom the same.
He wants to know each of them,
for that’s why He came.
The King walked with Kit,
at the end of the night
And asked him a favor, as any King might.
“You have seen all my rooms and all of my space,
could you help me tell others that they have a place?”
Kit nodded his head and knew very well
He thought of his neighbors he wanted to tell.
When Kit woke again, at home in his bed;
there lay a small book,
right next to his head.
And on the first page, inside a gold frame:
“You are mine, little Kit, I have called you by name!”