The lovely lion


In the jungle far away,

lives a lovely lion, 

brings me fresh greens

and sweet water, 

keeps the jungle messy. 

Monkeys don’t stay up on the trees, 
deer flock the river bank
while the lion watches
them all. 

One day when it was dark
and scary on the land, 
I cried for its presence
and it heard it all. 
But it turned its back to me, 
went back to the jungle.
It heard an animal sing and
it went to find its prey. 
Another day he returned,
carried fresh greens
and sweet water.
This time he looked solemn, 
but I was not to budge. 
He cared not a bit
’cause he was in search of a prey.
On the land,
he was in search of
whom he had fed on so long ago. 

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