Dust across the savvanah,
The Cheetah is on the attack,
Spots shoot across like lightning,
Scratches of pain appear,
It's very frightning,
Sudden death is near.
Anger pumps through his veins,
He's looking for the taste of flesh.
He only eats the meats that' tender and fresh.
Run springbok run, the cheetah's near.
He is here, death is at your door
Scratch, bite, scratch
Your body moves ... no more
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