The Jungle Drums

Like a strong heart beat, sends out a warning signal The natives are restless, they know that danger is near Mothers grab the little ones as they play Fear fills every bone in their bodies from the call Every eye watches, if he should appear Slowly and quietly, he stalks his prey With spears in hand, the village guards are tense He is invisible, but they know that he is out there They pray that the drums will drive him away Sometimes that is their best defense The hungry eyes of the Lion looks everywhere For the weakest one he will slay The Sun is like a furnace, the breeze is still Monkeys swing from vine to vine, the birds sing Jungle animals play in the river water Slowly and determined the lion moves in on his kill With lighting speed and a single leap, he has the poor thing Scared animals flea, the river run bloody water Another page has turned in the jungle book, life goes on The lion is full, return to the ocean of tall grass The villagers rejoice, that they were not his prey Will he return at another dawn? They will continue to look for his movement in the tall grass Tomorrow, what will the jungle drums have to say?