South, North, West and East
In this jungle lies a beast
It roars and tramples on the ground
Its footsteps make hardly a sound
Its appearance is so scary
That even the field mouse won’t be wary.
It’s deadly paws cause quite a gash
Though through the underbrush
It will dash
If it hears the war sound clash.
When other animals spot it, it trembles
And if it were possible it would grovel
To avoid confrontation
And the feeling of consternation
Welling up deep inside
As it finds a cave to hide.
This wild animal
That aint a Hannibal
But a three year old at the carnival
Who’s lost his parents at the festival
Is just me
And that is the way things will be