Bill agreed when the sun goes down
The jungle gets quite dark
And the animals make strange sounds
But he said they never bark.
He said they’ll growl and grumble
And some of them will roar
A few may howl or mumble
But none has ever barked before.
Of course Bill’s sort of jungle is
The ordinary kind
But the ordinary jungle is
Not what I’ve in mind.
To find the kind that Billy meant,
You have to travel far
And sleep each night inside a tent
And drink juice from a jar.
You get to mine much quicker
It’s just behind the fence,
Where the grass grows rather thicker
And the bushes are quite dense.
You need to wear your running shoes
But you do not need a tent along
You can run back home if want some juice
Or if you have to use the John.
I go to my jungle each morning
When the sun is warm and bright
But take this for a warning
Stay out of there at night.
For that is when the beast is there
And beasts, you know, can bite
All day, he hides inside his lair
And comes outside at night.
Billy says there is no beast,
He says it’s just a story
One day, he’ll have Bill for a feast
And then Bill will be sorry.
’Cause I know the beast is real
And comes out when it’s dark
I know for sure the beast is real
’Cause I have heard him bark