The night came gently shifting down
Upon the shadowed plain,
And wrapped its blanket, murmured sound,
To soften the refrain,
Of antelope and wildebeast,
And call of crested crain.
A hippopotamus returns
Home to the river bed,
Slipping down among the ferns
Into the waters edge
Where he will swim and float about
Till sleep has reached his head.
Zebras pass in the grasses tall
Plodding into the night
A lions roar in a distant brawl,
And they stagger back in fright.
Maybe then, it will not be,
An oh so lonely night.
A floating figure lies submersed
A crocodile in wait.
Til some small creature makes his worst
And fatal grave mistake.
Then he returns into his lair,
With glowing eyes of hate!
Yet out into the savage bush;
The serenghetti wild,
Cape buffalo have paused their rush,
And from the hunt exiled,
They walk a restless night time watch
With attitude thats far from mild!
Tho silence seems to rule the air,
Still, vibrant life is felt,
Who knows what lion in despair,
Roams here for food; and now has smelt,
The scent of human flesh! His breath,
Falls on your neck and gives a scare!
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