Harambe, he enjoyed his life, had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day in the Cincinnati Zoo.
Born in Texas in ninety-nine, to Ohio then he went.
He only lived there sixteen months, before his life was spent.
He was a massive silver back, largest gorillas known.
He led and supervised his troop like a king upon a throne.
Was destined to become a dad when he had grown some more.
Mara and Chewie were his girls; both of them he did adore.
One day there was a little boy, who tried to get quite near.
He fell into Harambe’s cage and the folks began to fear.
He tried to save the boy that day. Confused with all the din, perhaps he was somewhat too rough and thought that the boy was kin.
That little boy was standing there when they shot Harambe dead.
He knew not what was happening, he was not feeling dread.
The moral of this sad, sad tale is don’t get in a cage, neither man nor ‘savage’ beast, you’ll both feel mankind’s rage.