If I were an animal the great panther I would be,
Sleek and lean and shiny up there in my tree.
My claws of steel that strike with speed,
Only for food I preciously need.
The jungle my home my heritage here,
Passed down for my cubs that I hold dear.
The grass so long from predictors I hide,
For here is where I go to survive.
Once so many we roamed the beautiful land,
But man are destroying us with there wicked hand.
Guns in one and dozers in the other,
Soon I won’t have a sister or brother.
The panther the physic the seeing the knowing,
No longer is my kind growing and flowing.
Let there be peace to all on the land,
And let man give us a loving hand.