He stalks,he hides,he runs,
Glaring eyes, dazzling spot one.
Lurking in the tall,coarse grass,
He waits and waits for his prey to pass.
Then it comes,bending for a drink,
Not knowing anything of the leopard's grin.
He pounces,pinning it to the ground,
And taking it to the lepe for a round.
Now he is again prowling in the grass,
But oh! He is caught and thrown in a cage made of brass.
And now(sad indeed) he can no longer run,
For he is threatened by a heartless gun.