LIONS
In the golden savannah, where the sun beats down and the tall grasses sway with a whispering sound
Lurks a creature of grace, with a mighty roar
The king of the jungle, fierce and strong and raw.
With a sleek golden coat, and eyes full of fire
He prowls through the night, with a regal desire
To rule over his kingdom, to protect and to reign
The lion is a symbol of power and fame.
But it's not just the males who deserve our awe
For the lioness too, is a force to be saw
A fierce and loyal mother, with instincts honed sharp
She'll protect her cubs, with a motherly heart.
Together they hunt, in a synchronized dance.
Their power and grace, a captivating trance.
In the wilds they roam, in their natural pride
The lions of Africa, a majestic sight to behold with pride.
