If I were a lion, a big bad lion,
     With an impressive mighty roar,
I’d have no care as to who was there
     Or who hid behind their door.

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If I were a lion and the king of beasts,
     I’d ferociously guard my *pride -
And all who heard my roaring voice
     Would run with fear and hide.

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If I were a lion I’d wear a mane
     To protect me when I fight -
And all my wives would bring me food
      From kills made late at night.

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If I were a lion, oh, if I were a lion - - -
     But I’m only a human child -
And when I pretended that I was a lion
     Well, my Daddy simply smiled.

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