Leo and Simba were lying on the Savannah protecting their kill. Leo broke into song:
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill Bungalow Bill?” Of course, to passersby (there were none) it would have sounded like a lion’s roar.
“What’s that song?” asked Simba. He was all grown up from his Lion King days. He had a bone as large as a human femur held under his paws. He was gnawing on it.
“Bungalow Bill? You don’t know Bungalow Bill?”
“No, should I?”
“Only the most famous Beatles song in Africa,” said Leo. “Though, of course, it’s about a tiger.”
“I hate tigers,” said Simba. “Too solitary.” He paused. “I don’t get why you’re singing about tigers.”
“I’m not singing about tigers. It’s a victory song. We bagged one of them today, instead of the other way ‘round. That snack of yours,” Leo gestured to the pile of guts in front of them “is somebody who wanted you or me or one of the girls on his wall back in the UK or America. Instead, we get some tasty eats and the girls and little ones get a couple of haunches to share. Big day.” Leo buried his snout in the gut pile and came up grinning.
“Wow, I didn’t know,” said Simba. “So, what are the lyrics again?”
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill Bungalow Bill?” sang Leo. Then Simba joined in.
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill Bungalow Bill?” The two lion friends, the leaders of their pride, sang together.
Of course, to passersby, it would have sounded like two lions roaring.
©2018 Tom Nichols
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