Jungle King

In the Serengeti, in the heat of the sun,

Roams a wild animal, feared by everyone.

With a fierce mane and a mighty roar,

The king of the jungle, a lion, does soar.

With a swish of his tail and a deadly pounce,

He strikes his prey, he never renounce.

But with his mighty strength and grit,

The lion dominates, he never quits.

Hunting at dusk, when the world turns red,

The lion seeks his prey, driven by hunger, not dread.

With effortless grace and a predator's skill,

The lion attacks, leaving nothing to fill.

But even as he roams, with his pride in tow,

The lion knows that his reign will come slow.

For the wilds are fickle, and the world is vast,

And even the mightiest king, eventually must pass.

So let us gaze upon him in awe and wonder,

Embrace his ferocity and hear him thunder.

For in the realm of the wild, the lion is supreme,

A magnificent creature of a vivid dream.

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