The moon hangs low, the stars shine bright,
A roaring sound cuts through the night.
The jeep moves fast, the guide looks back,
As lions prowl and stay on track.
A zebra sprints, the dust flies high,
A game of life beneath the sky.
The chase is fierce, the claws extend,
Will it escape, or meet its end?
The jungle hums, the thrill is real,
You grip the seat, your heart you feel.
The lion leaps – but misses wide!
The zebra wins, it stays alive.
The silence grows, the lions rest,
Their hunger waits for what comes next.
In Africa, the wild is grand,
Where life and fate walk hand in hand.
The engine hums, the tour is done,
But in your heart, the thrill still runs.
For in this place, both fierce and free,
The wild keeps its mystery.
