The Wannabe King

A  Something slinks through the jungle grass,
B  Might it be a jungle cat! 
A  I pray to God that it will pass, 
B  Not find me plump and fat. 
C  Or rend and tear and spill my blood, 
B  Until it starts to mat. 
C  Or spews forth in a great, red flood, 
D  Splashing down like rain. 
C  Turning the dry ground to mud, 
D  My entire world to pain. 
E  How cruel my fate is surely written. 
D  The wait is driving me insane, 
E  Will I be torn, cut and bitten. 
A  Imagine my surprise, alas! 
E  It’s just a tabby kitten!