The Lion and His Friends

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In the jungle, big and wide,

Lived a lion full of pride.

With a roar so loud and strong,

He sang the jungle’s morning song.


An elephant stomped by the trees,

Swinging his trunk in the breeze.

A monkey jumped from vine to vine,

Chattering, “This jungle’s mine!”


A zebra ran with stripes so bright,

A giraffe stood tall in golden light.

A parrot squawked from up above,

Filling the air with songs of love.


The lion smiled and softly said,

“No need to fear or run in dread.

We share the jungle, you and me,

Together we live happily!”


So in the jungle, day and night,

All the animals felt just right.

With friends to laugh and play along,

Their home was full of joy and song.                  

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