O Lion! Where art thou?
South African streets cry and bow.
Where does thou hide?
C'mon! Show your pride.
And yet - look at the Fox,
Walking London majestically.
Eating food semi domestically,
Ignoring stories of them acting slyly.
How the foreigners talk,
They hear tales of you walk.
Yet you nowhere to be seen,
Maybe its time you came clean.
Safari parks is where you are mister,
Parading for many a rich visitor.
From big game to big money,
Did you sell your country?
Copyright ©2006 Luciano Vandyar
Just a fun poem, bit tongue in cheek.
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