Oh, Simba, fluff ball extraordinaire, your tiny paws now still, your smile unseen, No more adventures shared, no laughter in the air, Just memories that dance, bittersweet and keen.
We roamed the world, a mismatched pair, you see, A pocket king and I, your human guide, From mountain trails to sandy shores, so free, Your boundless zest, my steps beside.
Hotels, they trembled at your stealthy grin, A furry Houdini, through locked doors you'd slip in, leaving puddles marked, a trail of mischief thin, A tiny sovereign, leaving kingdoms tipped.
Each place we called a home, however brief, you christened it with pride, a sprinkle, quick and sly, your own dominion, ruled with gentle mischief, A king who asked for naught, but love's bright eye.
And oh, that smile, sunshine in your fur, A beacon ever warm, chasing shadows grim, your happy dance, a joyous blur, my heart, your kingdom, forever kept within.
So, sleep, dear Simba, on a bed of stars, your journey done, your spirit light and free, though tears may fall, like raindrops on soft scars, My love for you, an ocean, wild and deep, for thee.