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Poem Found in the Pocket of an Amazon - My bubba
Lyricist：My Larsdotter
Composer：My Larsdotter/Gudbjörg Tómasdóttir
Juices flow in the jungle
Rocks fall and nothing at all is sacred in the jungle
Lips sink down to endless sips in the waterfall
In the river tall
Warmer than the sun hidden by the green
In the jungle
Bugs procreate like it's innate
To constantly seriously date
Underneath the leaves in the shade
No sharp blade in the jungle
Heaven's sake cold and straight
Not in the jungle hooray
My arm all the ruckus in the jungle
More than a mate no stove but tons of bait
You're never late in the jungle I just ate
Yeee
Snakes maybe hold on to that branch no not that one
Come down from the tree top
We could gather some fruit and have a party
Come correlate we're naked or slimy muddy or brown
Look at that small dawn the long dusk the
Hot night the monkeys yapping
On and on a never ending charm
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
I have a big itch somewhere in the jungle
A big itch in this here jungle
