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The King Of Beasts
By Roy Merritt

I don’t do very much,
I don’t attend to labors
I lay around most of the time 
And sometimes eat my neighbors

I don’t do any of the hunting either
I leave that to my wives
Anything that requires some effort
I pretty much despise

And yet I’m king of the beasts 
A regal being I do be
The proudest of the lions 
On the wide Serenghetti

My diet seldom varies 
I eat a lot of gazelle
And sometimes smaller prey
And buffaloes as well

And sometimes when I’m frisky
And needing some extra love
I’ll kill the little ones
Others fellow’s cubs

But don’t you think it was easy
To become master of this troupe
If I’d tried to early
I’d been thrown for a loop

For it’s a tough job
Being master of this realm
Such a job to young
Will surely overwhelm

You have to be ready
To take this job one that you can savor
One you can enjoy 
And sometimes eat your neighbor

I don’t have many friends either
The hyenas I abhor
And when I hear them laugh
It burns me to the core

These creeps and the jackals
And vultures slow and fleet
Are always sneaking in 
Trying to steal my meat

And that’s one of the troubles
The things that’ll make you quaver
When you’re about your duties
And sometimes eat your neighbor

But don’t you worry yourself
With things of those faraway
But perhaps we’ll get a chance
To meet on some future day

Perhaps you’ll come here
And perhaps me you’ll favor
And I’ll eat you when you’re here
In the time you are my neighbor

For you see I’m a lion fool
A lion apt to roar
And you should have thought of that
Before you dared to move next door

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