His eyes were raging, that scraggly beast his lips were bursting, with rows of angry teeth upon his back a razor was found it was a fearsome battle we fought, my life – or his, one would be bought and when we were through, and death chilled the air, we cut out his heart, and ate it with flair Choices: A: lion; B: corpse; C: choroid; D: boar; E: strap