The Jungle

We see the beautiful sky lie  
Whilst the birds fly high,    
In the warm wet weather,    
The wood feels like leather.

As the treetops stay,    
The snakes wait for prey,    
The monkeys bungle 
In the midnight jungle.

The grass is green,    
The rain is clean,    
As the worms wiggle,  
The leaves jiggle.

The cheetahs are fast,    
While the deers last,    
In the beautiful grass
The wind passed.

The elephants stomp
At the dirty swamp,
The lions stay low,
While the spiders put on a show.