My ears prick at the slightest sound,
and my eyes watch for any movement,
as Queen of the Jungle, I proudly wear my crown.
I roar like the rumble of thunder,
a warning, the black panther's on the hunt,
there is no mercy for you,
if my paw you find yourself under.
02/01/06.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Queen Liz cool, I'll stay clear of the woods dave xxx