The Heart of a Lion

In the jungle so dark and deep, Where many men refuse to sleep. While overhead flies giant bats, There proudly lives the king of cats. With sharpened claws and lion's mane, He seeks and hunts in his domain. Hungry on his daily mission, Where he finds no competition. But on two legs with heart of stone, His only foe that stands alone. A hunter bred with deadly skill, Steps in the jungle just to kill. Morning light with rifle ready, Eyes were bright and nerves were steady. The lion spied him near his den, And on his back his claws dug in. Since both were young and both were strong, They battled hard and battled long. And though he was a pro at this, Man's heart could not compare to his. So as he scratched and as he clawed, And as he gnashed and as he gnawed. The hunter then turned to jelly, And ended up in his belly.