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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Safari Sam, a humble man, quite famous in his day He’d always worked with animals with which he had a way No Doolittle pretender he could tame the wildest beast Not by speech… but with his song he’d quell their need to feast A gentle song sedate in tone No beast would bare its teeth To munch its way through flesh or bone To shake Sam’s self belief For Sam’s chosen vocation Was to work with beasts in need Be they blind or lame or sick No matter what their breed His reputation travelled well; one day he’d got a call A wildlife park for needy beasts where he could tend them all No pay did he require for his skills he volunteered The management were quids in though they thought him rather weird But savage beasts unfit to ever make it in the wild Would eye him in their hunger, til he sang his song so mild Then each would lie before him and accept a belly rub Even Len the Lion would forget his need for grub A gentle song sedate in tone No beast would bare its teeth To munch its way through flesh or bone To shake Sam’s self belief For Sam’s chosen vocation Was to work with beasts in need Be they blind or lame or sick No matter what their breed Journalists and T.V. crews would try to spread the news But Sam, self deprecating, would refuse all interviews His song, his gift, he never would exploit to earn a buck His way with ailing beasts was not a skill but simply luck So Sam chose anonymity and shunned the public eye His fan club were his animals, which made him laugh and cry But he was not complacent so no meat was served up raw He told the chef, “Serve just cooked meat, so that they’ll know the score.” A gentle song sedate in tone No beast would bare its teeth To munch its way through flesh or bone To shake Sam’s self belief For Sam’s chosen vocation Was to work with beasts in need Be they blind or lame or sick No matter what their breed So with the beasts contented with their freshly roasted meat And Sam’s own gift of gentle song to keep them purring sweet He’d earned the name ‘Safari Sam’, he’d felt a little pride Poor Sam would lose his life to cats…… whose jaws were gaping wide Safari Sam had sung his song but still they circled round And Sam who’s song was silenced as they dragged him to the ground Fell victim to those tigers who saw no need for a chef Should someone not have told him…… that the bloody things were deaf!
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