Long Live the King
Poor Cecil is gone the lion King is no more
Wally the killer found his life a boor
Poor Cecil he lured with a tasty treat
For the chance to kill him to make his heart beat
Wally decide his walls were quiet bare
He fancied seeing a lion king hung there
He thought himself as perhaps Robin Hood
To shoot a Lion with an arrow is surely good
But Wally the killer has no brains we fear
Because he posted his picture on face book look here
He bragged ‘look at me, look what I am’
I killed a King wow what a man.
Poor Cecil we hope his death is not the end
Instead of hunting lions, let’s make them a friend
Put Wally in the jungle with lions on the run
Let us sharpen their teeth and see if he finds it fun.
A poor lion cannot use a bow or a gun
He hunts by his instincts not just for fun
For food to survive it’s what lions do
Oh Wally you fool you’re right in the poo
Where’s Wally some ask others don’t care?
The moron smiling, the one with no hair
Let’s hope you think on Wally, but many won’t forgive
For the death of a king, you should have let live.
© GG 31/07/2015
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