Shane McCrae We married in a stadium We married in a stadium the li-
ons at the gates the stadium a ruin
But still the city had to feed the lions
We weren't worth much we agreed not li-
on-keepers not the chefs who fed the li-
on-keepers not their husbands not their wives
We didn't feed the chefs or keep their knives
Sharp we were poor and loved our city's li-
ons and even though we were sub-stan-
dard meat the city council favored us
Favored our applications and we were
Fed a last meal cold chicken and warm beer
The morning of our wedding both of us
Immigrants we felt at last like citizens