The Lion's Lost Roar 2

The sun peeked over the savanna's rim, Painting the grass in a golden hymn. Acacia trees stood tall and grand, As morning woke across the land.

Leo the Lion, with mane so bright, Woke with a frown, a terrible plight. He stretched his paws and opened his jaw, But something was missing, a dreadful flaw!

He tried to roar, a mighty sound, To wake the plains all around, around. But instead of a rumble, a booming bass, A tiny squeak filled the morning space!

"Eek!" cried Leo, his face turned red, "My roar is gone! It's left my head!" Zebra the Zebra, with stripes so bold, Heard Leo's squeak, a story to be told.

"What's wrong, dear Leo?" Zebra did neigh, "You sound like a mouse just squeaking 'Hey'!" Leo explained with a mournful sigh, "My roar has vanished, I don't know why!"

Zebra thought hard, with a flick of his tail, "Let's find your roar! We cannot fail! Let's try a giggle, a shake, and a shout, Perhaps your roar is simply just out!"

They giggled and shook, they jumped and they cheered, Leo squeaked louder, his worry still feared. Then Zebra said, "Remember the day, You rescued me from a muddy clay?"

Leo remembered, his heart felt warm, He puffed out his chest to weather the storm. He thought of his pride, his family so near, And a rumble started, dispelling all fear.

It started low, a gentle hum, Then grew and grew, no longer numb. A mighty roar, a thunderous call, Echoed across the savanna for all!

The lions and leopards, the birds in the trees, All heard the roar on the morning breeze. Leo the Lion, with joy in his eyes, Had found his roar, a wonderful prize!