|You have to be careful when you Samba with Simba
He could tear you limb from limba
Just relax and stare into his eyes
Make sure his ire doesn't start to rise
Treat him very gingerly
Wait for your chance to flee.
He is lost in the dance
Holding you by the seat of your pants
It would be really hard to leave
Look, he likes to bob and weave
Maybe when the music stops
That'll be when his guard drops
Avoid his jaws
The teeth like saws
Above all, don't step on his paws
You haven't broken any laws
Let him know you enjoyed the time
And killing a human is considered a crime
It could be helpful if his spouse arrives
But it could also cost you both your lives.
Don't forget she is the huntress.
Even if she's wearing a black dress.
If only you had antelope steak.
Or some hyena filets to make.
So here I am stuck in this dilemma,
Thinking about my girl named Gemma.
The lion has to get tired sometime.
Hopefully get transfixed by a mime.
I can't feel my legs right now.
Look Simba, there's a luscious cow!
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