You’ll find me, the African Buffalo, in swamps,
Floodplains, grasslands and forests of the mountains,
I eat the tall grasses and move on when they’re depleted,
Unpredictable as the water from a tumbling fountain,
I spar with other males to prove myself in charge,
My horns are down and the herd looks on in fascination,
As I show that I’m the strongest one around,
But rally the rest to protect my calf from devastation,
We graze and mob, mob and graze,
Mate and birth during rainy days,
I’m strong and proud, proud and strong,
In African sunshine life carries on.