Silly little cubs, messing with my book

I really hope they didn't look

Oh well, that's my mistake

For leaving it out, like a frosted cake

Oh well, back to the news

Kiara has the moody blues

Simba caught 'er with an outsider boy

I nasty, rotten, cub, ahoy

They may never see each other once more

Which is good, for that cub is a mighty roar

He's a threat to our princess's wellness and life

His eyes like a jagged, daunting knife

But Kiara gets more beautiful, each and every day

But what about that Kovu, in her way

Mufasa's calling, what should I say?

Could our prior leader have a different way?

What's that? The two good friends?

You think that will work? Something must bend!

All right, Mufasa, you have my word,

But I hope you know this will never work!

That Kovu, that chocolate colored bundle of hate

You really think that the two will mate?

I disagree, Mufasa, Simba will disintegrate

What? You think it's not to late?

Okay, Mufasa, I'll let Simba know

But knowing him, he won't let it be so.

So don't blame me, Mufasa, my king

If I were you I wouldn't talk of such things.