Oh great lion! You're called the king,
You roar; the jungle hears your ping,
Others scamper about in fear,
You then mock their fright with a jeer,
By giving them your stares that sting.

Even no monkey dare to swing,
Rather their screams everywhere ring,
For beasts of many kinds to hear,
Oh great lion!

All stubborn animals you'll wring,
Their bones you rather crush than fling,
So, where you reign none dares come near,
Less would their farewell, others sing.
Oh great lion!