The king of jungle has muscle
On the mountain singing x-mas carol
Competing rave also opens beak
From the tree top lose all its hackle.
Some said he is a dictator
With a heart warm like sun
What he needs is a good barber
And a boot shiner’s whistle and smile.
Is he a hero or bawler?
Shiny glistering is the armor
Wild wind runs through his soft mane
Great howl echoes across terrain.