[Tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home]
When lions are roaming on the plain, hurrah, hurrah. [Repeat.]
When lions are roaming on the plain, we fall on our knees and pray for rain.
Chorus
>And we all go running up to the hills to get out of their way,
Hey, hey, hey.
>When tigers go stalking in the wood, . . .
All creatures do what they know they should.
When bears are growling loud and long, . . .
Everyone flees but the young and the strong.
When rhinos go marching to the lake, . . .
Trees do bend and the ground does shake.