Some see the lion roar,
I can see more.
I see the lonely part,
The desperation in his heart.
That will to be free,
But unfortunately that can’t be.
Promised to a life in a cage,
I understand his rage.
While dreaming of the blazing African sun,
People point, tease and have fun.
You remember one day when sitting under a tree,
The poachers jumped out on the count of three.
Shot your father in the head,
Stabbed your mother, left for dead.
Helpless there you stood,
While they made you a packaged good.
Shipped to where you are now, a horrible Zoo,
Where your life is very new.
Whipped and kicked up the bum,
Life is never any fun.
Then an Angel from the heavens appeared,
Took you to a Zoo that you did not fear.
And, oh, yes, it’s very nice,
Even if it’s a bit like ice.
So now your life is not so blue,
At the Melbourne Conservation Zoo.
