King Of The Jungle Wandering around your tiny cage On the concrete floors, Wondering whatever happened To the great outdoors. You used to be a hero, The king of the jungle they said, When other animals heard your cry, They'd stoop and bow their heads. Now you are a circus freak, Get whipped and fed small scraps, For humans to stare and laugh, Laugh at you perhaps. Perhaps you're not as bad As people think you are, But little do they know You're smarter than them by far. Each day you wish you were wild and free, Though you're in your tiny cage, You're still a king to me.
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