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Cecil’s dead – that’s a bit of a shame.
(Killing babies? – no! that’s not the same)
He had lived a long life.
Raised some cubs with each wife,
And was famous. (and certainly game)

So the world, it is now up in arms,
For a lion, it has primitive charms,
Unlike mere human trash,
To but plunder then smash –
Hunt this hunter – ‘his highness’ he harms.