The Greatness Of The Lion Poem by HudaM DeGratePoet

The Greatness Of The Lion

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Deep in the forest snores.
Lion, does no forest chores.

All animals have to bow before him.
Or else they will be torn pieces to begin.

What keen eyes, he has
Really great, is his mass.

The fear he has spread in the entire jungle.
All weak animals starve from hunger.

Every rabbit, every bear.
Every insect - has the fear.

But who dares to speak?
The animals are all meek.

In front of His majesty,
The danger level’s showing itself highly!


My! My! What a great King He is!
With him around, moves neither an ant nor a Liz!

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