Cheetah

I heard that number 4 is a dead number

I think it's more likely a player

A handsome large cat killed 21 impalas

He keeps one alive although he does it fast

Oh! a kindhearted cheatah

Everyone said he has beautiful pattern on skin

I told them it was a trap, don't ever come in

They admire his strong legs when he runs

I know his honesty is weak, less than a month

They scream out they love his long tail

I warn them he loves it short, just like hell

Or he never does

Now they hate me, that last prey

For I don't thank him that day

He doesn't tear me

He doesn't chew me

He doesn't hurt them

He doesn't kill them

How about my 21 friends?

He is a cheetah

I call him cheatah

He wears white clothes

Long across his knees

He love cross sign

He minds only if it's tasty

I'm the 22nd impala

Run away from number 4 cheatah.