Mufasa the mountain LION

Poor Mufasa his life was the circus
Thats all his blue eyes could see
He lived in the back of a dusty old truck
With equipment he was never free
Of the so called amusement of others
Their jollification me thinks
A chain around his neck for all of those years
No thrills and never high jinks

He was lean but his fur was quite wretched
No live food and little to see
His exercise levels were lamentable
For I am sure that he wished he was free
To pad through the forest to smell all those smells
To catch his own foods and to enter long spells
Of learning and knowledge,or forestry ways
And just the whole atmosphere for all his days

But he was alone and left really he
Was neglected a lot but his dream to be free
Must have kept him going that one day he might
Run through the forest again day and night
Then ADI last year they came
As Peru
passed new laws banning animals who
Were locked in the circus and made to be
Performing Which nobody wanted to see

Back to the forest back home he went
Not in good condition his body was spent
But it must have felt lovely to walk on the ground
To smell all the smells and hear the birds all around
To get back to Nature and feel life again
His kidneys were weak and he was in some pain
But he managed to hang on for four months or so
Making the most of the fact and did Show

A lot of promise learning again
Under the sky out in the rain
Soaking the sun up and seeing the moon
And being back home and really in tune
Sadly though all of that sad circus past
Weakened him so, he began ailing fast
4 months of freedom to once again see
And feel and immerse himself it was his key
To the next life, imagine that,far far away
Free of his chains to go on his way