My Father is a Great Hunter

In those days they say
Animals live in the bush
I wish my father can travel go West
To see cat and dog
Antelope and elephant
Tiger and lion
Living in a man’s house.

They call them pets
But I don’t understand
While in my continent
Mouse hunts for food
Cat hunts for mouse
Dog hunts for cat
Tiger hunts for dog
And my father hunts for elephants and tigers.

My father is a great hunter
Our carpet is zebra skins
Our bed is a tiger coat
Our cloth is lion braveness
The walls of my house
Is made with the beauties of boa and lion
And I am proud to be a hunter’s heir.

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