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Webster, King of the Lions

Listen to the roar of the noble beast, The King needs no introduction. Whether lazing about or hunting a feast, He puts on quite a production! His thunderous roar is his lion’s song, He is Lord of the African Plaines. Clever, handsome, sleek, and strong, You know him by reputation and name. He sports a great mane, his most prominent feature, And he wears a fine coat of golden brown. He’s a mammal and a carnivore by nature, And when he roars, he’s heard from miles around! If you were a zebra or antelope or elk, On a hot sunny day out grazing the grass, You’d have to beware and look out for yourself, For a day you spend playing might just be your last! There’s one King of the Cats, who may be known to you, He’s a little bit milder, but still wild and not tame. He lives with his mate Elsie in his home at the zoo, And if your lucky, you’ll hear him roar, “Webster’s My Name!”

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