All the monkeys in the trees
A whoopin and a hollerin
Another wild night in the
jungle
As a pack of predators stroll
in
Wearing the scent of dread
Beneath the moon drenched
shadows
No place for the faint of
heart
Or the weak of intellect
They will not survive the
night
As the herd gets thinned out
Nature’s way of downsizing
The jungle population
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