i roar when i cry
i sleep most of the day
i love to tan on rocks
i live in a pride
i have my wife get me dinner
so do you think you now who i am
wait let me give you more
i live in the plains of africa
i'm called the king of the plains
i feed on everything and anything
my coat gleames yello-gold in the bright sunlight
now do you know who i am
i sound like a normal male human but i'm really a....
lion
did you get it right?
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