In the jungle the lion roams free
in the jungle by the trees
scanning the jungle with its eyes
hearing for sounds and for cries
smelling the scents of its prey
looking for creatures he could slay
Fierce he and untame
he is wild but not lame
kill him if you can
but first try catchin him for he is fast as a fan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem