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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