Two lions lay down by the dry riverbed
It’s been such a long time since either had fed
One hungry lion then looked up and said
A vulture is circling the sky overhead
His friend just rolled over and lay on his back
His tongue lolloped out and his body went slack
But then with a grin, one eye opened a crack
He said I won’t give that old vulture a snack
We lions are kings of this African nation
So play dead like me and we’ll end our starvation
This fight for survival, we’re going to win it
That vulture up there will be down in a minute
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