like a lion ruling the jungle nothing could go wrong.
But in the conspirators' eyes
every word escaping his lips were lies.
The rumors I first heard of his death
left me gasping deeply for a breath.
It's said that the knife that plunged his back
was as fast as a person running 'round the track.
Left lying in a mass pool of scarlet red
'twas quite clear that this man was dead.
While the ghost of Caesar lingers near
the several conspirators tremble in fear.
Caesar was the lion protecting Rome
in order to keep it home sweet home.
On that day people did mourn
but never will the day be forgotten
that the great Caesar was born.
