On a sunlit rock a kingdom sings a tiny cub wears future rings his fathers fall his uncles lie he runs from truth beneath the sky with friends who chant no worries call he must return to rule them all hyenas laugh and vultures glide a circle turns with roaring pride which movie shows this lions way from frightened cub to king one day

I'm a steadfast guardian, though I never stray, My stony silence guards the blooms by day.

Today it was raining so I went out to catch some fog. Unfortunately I . . .

A milky sap from trees I flow, with heat I gain the flexible strength I show.

A clash of currents causes me to form, If I'm massive I'm called maelstrom, I'm an eddie in a blocked river's way, Or just a surface swirl down the drain