My dear lion
Where are you from my dear lion
I might think from Zion
Surely not from Zimbabwe
Have you ever met the Che
Shaking your beautiful lion mane
Hopefully it’s not in vain
Regardless of any danger
He howls out his raging anger
He is a lion of a specimen so rare
I wish I were in his brave care
Looking down from his height
As if nothing or little I weight
His lion eyes a kind of dark brown
In which I want to get drowned
Beware of his ferocious stare
Which invites me to dare
To stand up to this lion so tough
With manners quite rough
Nature provided him with power
His lips on mine finally he lowers
Where are you going to my dear lion
Watch out for the traps iron
I beg you come follow my way
As I wish you won’t go but stay
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