In the realms of the jungle
From the covert where I sat
I could see the trees chat,
The rays in trap, shadows chuckle,
Cuckoos coo, yet none to hear the coo,
Tuck-tek, tuck-tek the woodpecker pecks,
Chipmunks fight and make a hue,
Monkeys play and shape a wreck.
Far from the madding crowd,
An escape I had found,
From human bondage and morbid blues,
Among themselves said the jungle crew,
“The life’s not so quiet here.”
I acknowledge the ‘the summer is busy here’.
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