Come journey here to my jungle, and see the
mystery unfold.
Some call me the king of the jungle.
Some call me a gentle crossed eyed pussy
cat.
My roar is quite harmless. As all can see.
I tried to receive my courage, from the great
wizard of oz. But to no avail, as he told me
I had it already in me.
Never try to capture me, for then I will go
into a rage. For no one will ever put me in
a dark dingy cage.
I am the king of the jungle, all respect who
I am. Never a mean bone in my body.
Just as cuddly as can be.
Only fierce when I hunt to survive.
I teach my young the ways of the land.
I will even come up to you and lick right
out your hand.
Some call me Leo, and match me with what
they call stars. I am quite talented as you can
hear, from the creative roars to the gentle purrs.
I have a mane, and a coat of fur.
I am the king of the wild, I think I'll stay awhile.
Written By:
Donna Le
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