• In the jungle, the snakes all wait,
    Looking around for some new bait.

    The leopards wait high up in tall trees,
    Gorillas walking by on their knees.

    Welcome to the jungle, welcome to my home,
    The place where I live, and the place where I roam.

    In the jungle, vines are swinging,
    Parrots and birds, always singing.

    Leaves dancing, and swirling, as they fall,
    Rain follows lastly, coating it all.

    Frogs and toads, croaking during the day and night,
    My spirits soaring, wind carrying a kite.

    In the jungle, stars flash, up high,
    But trees hide the dark, starry sky.

    Twigs cracking underneath as I sit,
    Loud snapping noise, like a baseball just hit.

    Colorful flowers, lining a path unmade,
    Still alive and growing, even with the shade.

    In the jungle, bugs flit past my ear,
    Around the side of a tree I peer.

    Monkeys making music, a swing beat,
    From vines up high, landing on their feet.

    Tigers running swiftly, with their stripes of black,
    Lions snoozing in the grass, with their whole pack.

    In the jungle, I lay down to bed,
    Going to sleep, and resting my head.

    Many fireflies blinking, saying sleep tight,
    And to the jungle, I say good night.