The leopard roamed from place-to-place,
As if to find his spot,
An awkward look upon his face,
For found it he had not...
He climbed a tree to look around,
To see both near and far,
Then with such insight went to ground
In search of Shangri-La...
To him, this was a noble quest,
Something that must be done,
Search north and south and east and west,
Beneath that golden sun...
And finally, his soul found peace,
His leopard's lair felt close,
His striving spirit found release,
The kind God only knows...
And so with pleasant scenery,
With safety left and right,
A soothing shady spot to see
All creatures day and night...
With shelter, should the rain begin,
With water, steps away,
He'd found a place where he could win,
That really made his day!
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