Dorothy M. Center (Albany, NY)
Listen - listen - across the land called Africa-
For the birds are singing here
The roar of the lioness - the whine of her cubs
The cry of the vultures - ever, ever circling there-
Oh - see for miles
No tangled web of wires
Endless horizons spread
No polluted mists - a view that will never tire
Listen - listen - across the land called Africa
The sun goes down - birds settle in every tree
The hunt begins - endless for their prey
For these are the sounds of Africa - they keep Africa free!
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