In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
In the afternoon sun,
For he is a king but wears no crown.

Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.

The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
In the as the storm brews,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.

The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.

(Photo: Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake, Utah)