Old Leo's Lion stands bold and proud,

A tan oaken figure roaring loud.

His call goes out for man or beast,

Be they from the west or the east.

Old Leo's chisel shakes in his grip,

Age making his steadiness dip.

The weeds of a life unfulfilled,

Tangle him like a garden untilled.

Old Leo's time is short, but he is beyond caring,

All his life he was never daring.

The oak lion stands proud, a work finely completed,

Still daring and graceful after Leo's life depleted.