The Last Lion

The lion roams the plains
On the prowl, he shows no fear
He is the hunter
Or so it would appear

He's spotted his prey
And moves in to attack
He fails to hear the sound
Of a rifle cocking back

The lion strikes
And makes his kill fast
He thinks the jobs done
But the feeling won't last

He starts eating his catch
But the lion's soon stopped
A quick pull of the trigger
And the lions now dropped

A couple emerge from the bushes
They'd been hiding in cover
They kiss in celebration
They're so proud of each other

They look down on the corpse
With a smile on their face
A magnificent creature dead
They're a fucking disgrace

If we don't take a minute
To stop, and to think
The animals we all love
Will soon become extinct