The Lion And The Buffalo

by Duncan Jones

A scarred, old buffalo walked alone
Across the African brush
And though there was a sense of danger
There was no cause to rush

Just before he reached the water
He met a lion, strong and tense
Who had some certain things to say
At the old buffalo’s expense

He called him a cow and asked him how
He’d not yet met his end
Said, “It isn’t very wise to wander
Alone out here my friend.”

Well the buffalo paused a moment
Then continued on his way
And so the lion followed close behind
With a few more things to say

But the buffalo calmly took his time
He did not change his pace
And when he turned back the way he’d come
The two were face to face

No, the lion did not like at all
The way this was going down
And he moved in even closer
But the buffalo stood his ground

Then from the grasses tall nearby
Came some other golden cats
So the lion (sure as ever) said
“Now what do you think of that?”

“We think you’d better let him through.”
Said those come from the grass
And the lion stood there wide-eyed
As the buffalo walked right past

Frustrated, begged the lion, “Why!?
It was nearly ten on one!”
“Because …” said all the others
“Because that one doesn’t run.”