It was many a year ago, I, a young cub set out into the desert. I was lost for many a day, searching for my new home. When upon a small oasis I did stumble. There, hidden among the shrubs, I found an odd pool. Black and white and swirling were its waters. A most endearing and entrancing song did I hear coming from the trees about me Trust in me, And see your life rewarded. Trust in me And see your goals forwarded. Move on from this place, Ye lion, no longer a cub. Stray not from the path into the shrub, Be strong ye tiny dancer And banish the dark of the necromancer. And so it was that I, now a lion, mane and all, did sow the seed of befuddlement in all that I did find. Bow before, King of the jungle and master of confusion. Or soon you too shall taste my retribution.