The zebras and the lions.

The prey, the praise,

they Praise for days,

For days to amaze,

At the wide open haze,

That shows them their ways,

And where they can graze,

With summers bright rays.

And long scary stays,

In the predators maze,

With their cold hearted gaze,

and the prey, they bay,

For they did not praise,

for the predators gaze,

That now will cause lays,

from they prey that praise.