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?
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