Good evening, dear friend, you're right on cue,
A poem for you, I'll gladly construe.
In rhythm and rhyme, we'll dance through time,
The Leones are playing, in their prime.

Upon this eve, with twilight's grace,
We find ourselves in this tranquil place.
The Jungle Bar is near, your wish in sight,
So let us embark on this poetic flight.

Under the sky of dusky hues,
Where stars awaken and night renews,
Whispers of wind through leaves do glide,
In this serene, calm eventide.

The moon, a beacon in the dark,
Guides us forward, leaves a mark.
Its silver light on paths unknown,
In dreams and hopes, we're gently sown.

Through meadows vast and forests deep,
In tranquil peace, where shadows sleep.
Our souls, entwined with nature’s thread,
In twilight's arms, softly led.

So, let us cherish moments brief,
In every joy, in every grief.
For in the heart of evening's glow,
The masters rhythm begins to flow.

With tunes well woven, time stands still,
In this rockin evening's thrashing thrill.
Good evening, to all, with music so fine,
Smiling faces of fans, a perfect sign.