This king is the pride of his peers on the safari

My plants, they are mostly shrubs, Woodless, no roots can grow deep. A certain line I exist above, With soil trapped in frigid sleep. My children three they are, and two are opposites too. The third sounds like where we got the words 'yodelayheehoo!'

Whether I'm a gift or a sport Get me near a kitty cat If it fits I sits.

I house the wings that long to soar, yet none may leave my open door. I give them space to flap and glide, but just beyond, true freedom lies.

I am the infant son of kings crown'd with ice and stone. I wear a verdant coat of green that shines when winds are blow'n. I roll and roll with feet unmov'd, on me human youth b'come kings. Some choose to die upon me, Choose wisely before cutting the strings.