down the forests edge

Flowing down the side of the forest's edge

Splish, splosh, splash

It is silent and quiet

You hear the water, the birds, them chirping

The leaves are rustling in the hot blowing wind

The insects are crawling, the birds are flying

The water is flowing for miles and miles

Water is gushing, hitting the slippery rocks                                     

The grass is growing and so are the trees, higher and higher, so no one can see

The tigers are hiding, the jaguars are pouncing     

The crocodiles are swimming, hiding, hunting and catching down the water's edge