Across the Serengeti plains
In scorching sun or driving rains
The herd would wander endlessly

Searching for the freshest grass
Or water hole in which to splash
They trudge on tirelessly

No lion King or buffalo
Nor grumbling from a mad hippo
Can make them turn and flee

Hiding in the tangled bush
Predators will wait to rush
And start a killing spree

But elephants are hard to kill
Despite the lioness’s skill
And prepare for what might be

Majestic creatures they should roam
Their Serengeti natural home
Forever peacefully