Savanna Ages
                                        
The sun rises, a bucketfull of gold.
The sky rages, its hardest hue to hold.
The land's prizes, ever hidden and untold,
Savanna Ages, the regal new and old.
                                       
Watch the land sing! It has conquered the night.
The fauna plays, a most wonderful sight.
A floral ring, reaching toward the light.
Another day, its promises excite.
                                       
And now observe, with vision in the east,
Grand, majestic, all hail the king of beasts.
Hard to perturb, united in one feast
Preserving the circle, never to cease.

-Simba W.

We come from many backgrounds, we come from many places.
Our voices all have different sounds, all set in different faces.
But one force binds us tightly in its own special way,
The force that is rooted in our love for TLK.
                                       
There is not a member who has not suffered from strife.
All are aware of the agony that makes the Circle of Life.
But we've found a deeper truth whose praises we should sing,
A truth found deeply in the joy of The Lion King.
                                       
             The Lion King,
             The Lion King,
        My love until the end.
    An everlasting joy it brings,
        an everlasting friend.
 
-Simba W.

TLK's promises
                                        
TLK has not promised me that the skys will be blue,
It does not guarantee a flow'ry pathway all my life through.
It does not promise sun without rain
Joy without sorrow
Or peace without pain.
                                       
What TLK has promised is strength for my day,
A rest from my labor, a light for my way,
A grace in my trials from which there is no above,
For TLK I have undying empathy,
For TLK -- undying love.

-Simba W.

To the lioness of my dreams
                                        
If I could write down the moon,
 I would set it by you to bask in your radiance.
  If I could recall the stars,
   I'd raise your eyes to illuminate the night.
    If I could smooth the seas,
     They would be tsunami to your fur. 
      If I could silence bees,
       They would still gyrate to your soft purr.
         Ever fading -- it would seem,
          This, the lioness of my dreams.

-Simba W.