The Jungle

In the jungle, the deep dark jungle,

The tiger and the lion, they hunt the live,

Vultures and hyenas, on the dead they thrive,

Night and day, they merge into one,

Territories are sacred, and breached at every turn.

In the jungle, the deep dark jungle,

The fruits and the roots, abound around,

The flowers they bloom, on trees and on ground,

The rain god smiles, every once in a while,

The leaves they rustle, never do they die.

In the jungle, the deep dark jungle,

Where secrets die soon, truths never win

Where man and beast, alike they sin,

I sing with joy, and I dance away,

For fear maketh courage, and courage lets me play.