I've got a real jungle in my own back yard.
Over the fence, I did climb.
Into the thickest trees and bushes,
Into the wild and vines.
Strange noises erupted as the birds made calls
Telling the rest I had come.
From under my trampling the living things fled.
My feet pounding like a drum.
I ran to the tallest tree I could find,
Thew my arms 'round and squeezed.
Found a good sturdy branch and started my climb.
Not till the top am I freed.
At the top of my tree, I let out a crow.
Joining in the jungle's song.
We sang our wild music, every creature crooned.
We sang so loud and long.
Then I heard a calling, Time to come and eat.
I retreated from my tree.
Mom says that my jungle makes me a wild child.
But, I say, the jungle is wild because of me.