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I am the Lion and this is my jungle

I take what I want, and no one questions my actions

The weak flee before me

And the very earth trembles when I roar

I make a meal out of the zebra and the gazelle

Their blood is mine to drink

And when I have had my fill

I leave the scraps for the hyenas and the vultures

I keep a harem of loyal lionesses

And pride runs in my family

My territory I do not share

And my adversaries do I chase away from my land

I am the Lion and this is my jungle.

I prey on the weak and that’s the way it is.