Wish I could cart you to the past showing what you've missed, Things that did not last I bet there'd be a list of wildlife that you've never seen How the forest was Before in the world you've been Oh such a pitiful thing to know and tell A cub like you has known no den Your habitat's snatched, your rights are too I'm sorry darling, I couldn't give those to you But though I'm old and my power's all gone I can give this in my last few breaths it isn't much dear, just some advice to pass on don't let yourself obsess over grass start admiring the glass 'cause those cages you know, will be your new home and in a month or two you'll be in the vulnerable few Know this though, you'll be just fine you'll adapt well with it over time I know you'll live well by yourself But this lioness, will never forgive herself For she's the mother who never could show you the trees, The rivers, the forest, the moon and the breez...
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