Gracefully rises its head up,
With pride it knows,
The savannah underneath its claws,
Is all it rules,
Creatures slumber under its monarchy,
Sheath claws and rumble,
Crumbled fur in the way,
It is what they do all day,
Sun and moon,
All day,
The lion,
Always at their bay,
Choosing its prey,
The lion may,
With the pack,
It unleashes a stampede.
