African Savannah

African savannah grassland; The grove world of beautiful lands. Open and vast with opportunity For every lion to go hunting. The grove world of beautiful lands For every lion to go hunting, Watching is culture perched on a branch Upon the decaying to come and feast. For every lion to go hunting Upon the decaying to come and feast. The weak drool upon greedy king of the jungle While the strong cut down oak of the forest. Upon the decaying to come and feast; While the strong cut down oak of the forest And tap on withered porous papyrus branches, Boiling fresh latex of the rubber tree. While the strong cut down oak of the forest Boiling fresh latex of the rubber tree, They're cheered on by dancing blades of grass That create beauty to appease the touring spirit. Boiling fresh latex of the rubber tree That create beauty to appease the touring spirit Seeking to know every insect hidden in burrows While in the strong wind the grass sway. That create beauty to appease the touring spirit While in the strong wind the grass sway Not really dancing to any piece of music; It creates a beautiful tune for dancers. While in the strong winds the grass sway It creates a beautiful tune for dancers Attending the party of starved herbivores Who feast on African savannah grass. It creates a beautiful tune for dancers Who feast on African savannah grass The grove world of beautiful lands For every lion to go hunting.