IT IS HARD TO BREATHE

The forest sage proclaimed
"Our gate calls for a brave chain",
To the throne of the jungle
The ferocious pounce of crown tussle doubles.

But can our king be prince over bridges?
Even the hyena tales of mounting the door
Forgot his gluttonous lethal of his greeds,
Ah! Who do we give this rug?

Often the Viper voiced,his gaze is too high from our borders
His glaring stripes radiates far from breeders
And he can't beat our foes to the latter
This craving giraffe will bring to our fall, brothers.

The shiny complexity of his stripes said the lamb
Is like the rays of bitting strikes
And our gate will often mourn from weighty mights
For the dusk can't hide a zebra's white,

Then who do our gate count on?
The pace of a cheetah and the tearing ptyalin of leopards will crown
Arise oh! Jungle judge,the Sylvan curled
Give to your led, this "lion trinity" to defend our glebe Lord.