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Simba


My name is Simba

My friend’s name is Goomba

I live in the rainforest

I used to live in the savanna.

 

I eat zebras for breakfast

As the hot sun pounds down on me

Like I’m from Texas.

 

I hope for a bright future

One that is very super

Because when I wake up in the morning,

After I finish snoring,

I will be strong

But unfortunately,

Will only be weakly roaring.

 

No worries though

That’s not a problem

Not a care in the world

Why?

 

Because I welcome you to my jungle,

The Great Jungle of Simba.

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