Roar the Jungle goes.

Reign of terror approaching.

Standing trees whisper,

Sadness to all four-legs.

Sharp and swift are your claws that

tear.

Short and shallow are target at your

sight.

Hunters in genius dread your path and

your appearance dim their art.

Horror in garment covers every soul

In your slumber your figure delivers

terror.

In your alertness terror multiplies.

In the hall of creature keepers your

gem remains rare.

In your heart the nature of the

Creator speaks.