Hear me roar so loud
Because I am so proud
I am the king
The king of the jungle
I am the leader of the pride
They are my family; I keep them alive
I hunt to keep them fed
Otherwise they would all be dead
I am the very best
No one can survive my bite
But lately I don’t feel the urge to fight
I just want to lie down and rest
I no longer roar like their king
It’s such a dreadful thing
I’m just so sleepy all the time
Just like a puppet in decline
What’s this; a challenge from an underling
This guy wants to be king
He is young and virile
Now that’s the thing
I lie defeated; no longer the best
No longer the king who rules the rest
I lie, bruised and bloodied, in the shade
Defeated, but not afraid
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