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Zira: [speaking] Hush, my little one; you must be exhausted.

[singing] Sleep, my little Kovu

Let your dreams take wing

One day when you're big and strong

You will be a king

I've been exiled, persecuted

Left alone with no defense,

When I think of what that brute did,

I get a little tense

But I dream a dream so pretty,

That I don't feel so depressed,

'Cause it soothes my inner kitty

And it helps me get some rest

The sound of Simba's dying gasp!

His daughter squealing in my grasp!

His lionesses' mournful cry!

That's my lullaby!

Now the past I've tried forgetting,

And my foes I could forgive.

Trouble is I knows it's petty,

But I hate to let them live

Nuka: So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree!

Zira: Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me

The melody of angry growls!

A counterpoint of painful howls!

A symphony of death, oh my!

That's my lullaby

Scar is gone... but Zira's still around

To love this little lad,

Till he learns to be a killer

With a lust for being bad!

Nuka: Sleep, ya little termite! Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!

Vitani: One day when you're big and strong...

Zira: You will be a king!

The pounding of the drums of war!

The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar!

Nuka: The joy of vengeance!

Vitani: Testify!

Zira: I can hear the cheering

Nuka & Vitani: Kovu! What a guy!

Zira: Payback time is nearing, and then our flag will fly

Against a blood-red sky

That's my lullaby!