or, translated, (quite liberally, granted),
"Ey Up! 'Ees behind you!" At best,

it's a bit of a shock to encounter
any lion that's baying for blood,
but if it's your blood, then you're bound ter have
concern for your ultimate good...

One-last-prod with their swords from his minders -
Poor Androcles, scorned and reviled,
didn't need any homespun reminders
that lions were ferocious and wild.

"Well, that's better," the Empress confided,
"We all like a nice bit of blood.
It's maybe a trifle one-sided,
but never mind... so far, so good."

With a roaring and snarling, it bounded,
Poor Androcles trembled with fear...
The amphithe-atre resounded
with one boorish and bloodthirsty cheer,

The lion sprang, roaring like thunder,
and was just going to bite off his head,
when it stopped and it looked and it wondered,
and it sat down beside him and said:
  "Well, of all of the amphi-the-atres,
in all of the outposts of Rome...
You're hardly the brave gladiator,
they warned us about, back at home."

"How's the paw then? Mm, healing up nicely.
They're nasty things, thorns... How am I?
Not so easy to answer, precisely...
There is the odd cloud in the sky..."

and he tickled the lion's abdomen,
"Quid hoc sibi vult? came the cry.
Fifty thousand excitable Romans,
wondered what was occurring and why,

busy chunnering, mithering and grumbelling,
and muttering and threatening war,
but they stopped gawping, oyening and rumbelling,
when they saw what was happening: "Aaaaaawe..."

"Oh, how sweet," said the Emperess, "Charming,
You can call me a silly old tart,
but, darling, you'd not dream of harming
that soppy old lion... Sweetheart...?

And as for that handsome young chappie...
He's certainly charmed this brute beast.
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