My names Leo
Bred for tourists
Raised by them
So they
Can photograph me
I am photogenic
So they say
But it’s all down to profit
I’m to be shot dead
I was raised in captivity
Yes that is what they said
Leo’s life is in their hands
Leo hear me roar
The canned hunters are coming
Leo he is sure
Bullets will be winging
Towards him very soon
That’s why he’s called Leo
Because he must die in June

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