“I know you’re the ‘King of the Veldt’/ and the tourists see you, and melt/ but the poachers don’t care/ about your ‘Lordly’ air/ to them, you’re merely a pelt!”
“I know you’re the ‘King of the Veldt’/ and the tourists see you, and melt/ but the poachers don’t care/ about your ‘Lordly’ air/ to them, you’re merely a pelt!”