The Lion King
The lion on a hill watches over all
Upon a hill, majestic and still,
Stands a lion, noble and free,
With fiery mane, a golden thrill,
He surveys his kingdom, as far as can be.
His roar reverberates through the land,
A symphony of power and dominance,
From mountains high to the shifting sand,
All creatures listen, entranced in a trance.
Upon that hill, where the lion does dwell,
A tapestry unfolds, a story untold,
Of a noble creature, fierce and swell,
A timeless saga, forever enfold.
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