King of the Beasts

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