In the heart of the savanna,
In the dry season they came.
The folks on a safari sought
To covertly spy game.
Dressed in their khaki field jackets,
They hid among the plants,
And all things for their trek were held
Within their cargo pants.
Among the group, a jovial chap,
A red-head named Eugene,
Photographer of wildlife
Came slathered in sunscreen.
One thing the tourists did not know,
This was a staged charade
Of the lion, rhino, hippo,
Warthog, zebra cavalcade.
The big-game had agreements
That were drafted for their cause.
Each play and drill was outlined
And recorded as by-laws.
The toss to start the big-game’s game
Employed their mascot quail.
And when he landed on his head,
The call was yelled out, “Tail.”
The lion and the hippo
Commenced the premier play.
The lion’s rush was blocked, fans cheered
This grand defense display.
The humor of the big-game’s world
To species can transcend—
Positions that the rhino played
Were nose guard and tight-end.
The next play had the hippo and
The rhino in a sweep.
All things considered, they did well,
Both landed in a heap.
The second quarter’s big-game plan,
The zebra had to scramble.
The warthog snarled and snorted as
He charged from ‘neath the bramble.
One thing the big-game did not know,
A panther came to play.
He’d never read their by-laws
He just entered in the fray.
The swarthy streak of feline fur,
His unleashed speed revealed.
The zebra ascertained, “Illegal
Motion on the field.”
The panther angled ‘cross the field
To intercept the pigskin.
He clipped the warthog on the nose
And sent him in a tailspin.
The black cat’s interference
Put the game in overtime.
The call, “illegal cat downfield”—
A big-game by-law crime.
The warthog cut, then circled back
Across savanna’s green.
The action got a little close,
They almost clipped Eugene.
He broke out in a profuse sweat.
His face took on a sheen.
Lucky for him, his cargo pants
Contained surplus sunscreen.
The big-game saw the crowd’s response
So they began to scheme,
They hoped to sign the panther,
A free agent, on their team.
The panther, meanwhile, quit the game.
The teammates looked around.
He absconded with the warthog
Who was nowhere to be found.
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