First Birthday1 min 88 1 min 88
29th April, around one thirty,
First one was born, the size of a pinky.
Her mama licked her with serenity,
Then out of nowhere the newborn decided to flee.
Simba's type, born a queen,
Grey - white fur ball with black beans.
A fighter, who never gives up,
Pure at heart yet sinister and tough.
Second one arrived around three,
A loving creature, and a merry soul is he.
Winning everyone's hearts with just his eyes,
Without reason, won't even hurt a fly.
A loving husband and a father of two,
Love for him is only pure and true.
A wise man with words so powerful,
Leader of ferocious beasts, he's wonderful.
Third one arrived so so quietly,
Spent his childhood in a corner silently.
Grew up to be a huge ball of happiness,
Treating those around with tenderness.
A big brother to his siblings,
A nurse to those with broken limbs.
Would give his share of milk away,
To them whose existence he appreciates.