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.

Not even monkeys dare to swing,
Rather their screams everywhere ring,
For all the beasts around to hear,
Oh great lion!

All stubborn animals you'll wring,
Their bones you'd rather crush than fling,
So, where you reign none ventures near,
Lest their last farewell, others sing.
Oh great lion!