juices flow in the jungle rocks fall and nothing at all is sacred in the jungle lips sink down to endless sips in the waterÂfall in the river tall warmer than the sun hidden by the green in the jungle bugs procreate like it's innate to constantly seriously date underÂneath the leaves in the shade no sharp blade in the jungle heaven's sake cold and straight? not in the jungle hooray my arm all the ruckus in the jungle!!! more than a mate no stove but tons of bait you're never late in the jungle i just ate snakes maybe hold on to that branch no not that one come down from the tree top we could gather some fruit and have a party come correlate we're naked or slimy muddy or brown look at that small dawn the long dusk the hot night the monkeys yapping on and on – a never ending charm i have a big itch somewhere in the jungle a big itch in this here jungle