In the heart of the jungle, where shadows dance,
A lion roams, with a regal stance.
His golden mane, a crown of pride,
In his kingdom, none can hide.

Beneath the canopy, where the sun’s rays gleam,
He moves with grace, like a flowing stream.
Eyes of amber, fierce and bright,
A symbol of power, a fearsome sight.

Among the trees, his roar resounds,
Echoing through the forest, breaking bounds.
A call to all, both near and far,
That he is king, a jungle star.

With every step, the earth does quake,
A reminder of the path he makes.
In the heart of the jungle, wild and free,
The lion reigns, in majesty.