In a land not so far, under a sky filled with stars, lived a lion named Leo with stripes like a tar.

Leo loved to leap, and he loved to peep, at the birds and the bees, with a gentle 'Cheep! Cheep!'

But one fine morn, just after dawn, he found a shiny crown upon the lawn.

Excited and thrilled, down the hill he spilled. 'Who lost the crown?' he wondered, 'Oh, what a grand thrill!'

Through the woods he raced, at a quick, brisk pace. His paws went, 'Pitter-pat,' as he joined the chase.

He met a wise owl with a fluffy cowl, who said, 'The crown belongs to a king most fowl!'

'To the river you'll go, where the lilies grow, there you'll find the king, with his crown aglow.'

On the riverbank blue, all the reeds in view, Leo saw the crown's owner, a duck who went, 'Quack!'

'Thank you, young Leo, for your courage to show. This crown is a link, to our kingdom's great glow!'

'I'm happy to help, though I didn't wear pelt. Adventures bring joy, like the happiest yelp!'

And so Leo did prance, in a gleeful dance, a hero now known, in the kingdom’s great expanse!

From then on, he'd say, on each bright new day, 'Every adventure starts with a heart that's brave and gay!'