Impressions of his royal feet below,
And I now wonder, where did the king go?
Perhaps he's silently spying and watching,
Somewhere in the depths, the king is walking.
In solitude, he rules, and walks alone,
He is the king, the whole jungle, his throne.
Crouching tiger, moving swiftly with speed,
Look at the marked ruler proudly proceed.
Ah, hear the roar, the timber too shivers,
The flowing river makes waves and quivers.
Jungle stops breathing, the king is talking,
Somewhere in the depths, the king is walking.
Majestic Orange, with few stripes of black,
Emperor of jungles, solemnly looks back.
To see what a creature has dared to tread,
Into its territory, where living turn dead.
I walk ahead, I dare not cross its path,
For I cannot suffer the jungle's wrath.
Till the end of woods, secretly stalking,
Somewhere in the depths, the king is walking.
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