Monday, April 25, 2011

The Lion Poem

You can hear my ferocious roar
Like the sound of waves crashing on shore,
You can hear the beat of my pound
When my big, bold feet touch the ground.
I eat my prey with my husky teeth,
And all of them are rare fat with beef.

I am the king of beasts;
I am a powerful cat!

One day my bunch will ride
And when we do, you'll fear our Central African pride.

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