My names Leo
\nBred for tourists
\nRaised by them
\nSo they
\nCan photograph me
\nI am photogenic
\nSo they say
\nBut it’s all down to profit
\nI’m to be shot dead
\nI was raised in captivity
\nYes that is what they said
\nLeo’s life is in their hands
\nLeo hear me roar
\nThe canned hunters are coming
\nLeo he is sure
\nBullets will be winging
\nTowards him very soon
\nThat’s why he’s called Leo
\nBecause he must die in June<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading