In the heart of the savannah,
Amidst the tall grass and trees,
Roams the king of the jungle,
With a regal grace and ease.
His mane like a golden crown,
Flows around his noble face,
And his eyes gleam with a fierce light,
Reflecting his majestic grace.
With a roar that shakes the earth,
He announces his royal might,
And all the creatures of the land,
Bow to his commanding sight.
The lion, the ruler of the wild,
Is the embodiment of strength,
And in his pride and majesty,
He stands above all at length.
For he is the king of the jungle,
The lord of the African plain,
And his reign shall never falter,
As long as he roams free and reigns.