A giraffe was playing up high in the mango trees' crown,
With leaves falling around, landing softly on her snout.
She'd blow them away, making them dance all around,
In a joyful rhythm, they would twirl and spin about.

Nearby, a grand lion quietly strolled on the scene,
Yet as he drew close, it was a curious scene:
All the animals scattered, their fear quite extreme.
"Hello, hello!" he roared, but his voice was just a dream.

So, he tried again, with a softer whisper this time,
"Hello, hello, I don't want to cause strife.
Is there anyone here, in this forest so prime?"

Once more, only silence, no signs of life.
Then a monkey, lively and spry, made a move so deft,
He leaped onto the lion's back and kindly said:

"Friend, you're big and strong, it's said,
No one knows if today you've already been fed."

Above the lion's mighty mane, the monkey glanced high,
And a giant teardrop filled the lion's eye.

"I'm so large and robust, it's true," he confessed with a sigh,
"But a mango I can't grab, no matter how hard I try.
I'm hungry, and it seems no one knows why,
Sometimes being the strongest can make you feel shy.
I only like fruits, but they're beyond my supply."

The giraffe, from her lofty perch, had ceased her leafy game,
Stretching her neck, she spoke, calling him by name:
"I'm sorry for judging, for I was to blame.

From now on, dear lion, you won't face shame.
The lion and the giraffe became the best of friends,
He'd protect her, watch over her, till the very end,
And the giraffe, in return, could certainly defend,
That the lion would never go hungry again.