Like a wounded lion in his lair,
I have a captive. He can't get out,
For I hold the door with my fingers stout.
"But how can you hold this captive wild,
You, who are only a little child?"
Ay, that's the riddle, how can I, say?
And I had another yesterday..
You'll never guess, I'll have to tell;
You don't read riddles very well.