Like a lion he is king of the jungle

Animals pick at him to get to the top

He may be big but times he may stumble

But the king will put all that to a stop

They pick and mess with him until its enough

He picks out his prey with ease very kinglike

Learking around way deep down in the rough

Waiting for that great big moment to strike

He ponces on his prey with a big roar

No one can stand in the way of the king

Having no more enemies anymore

He desides to sit with all his great rings

Who is this lion you ask he has many names

But the main one he goes by is King James