There's a colorful parrot talking down to me
Speaking my language from high up in a tree
There a lioness lion in the shade on the ground
She's not like the parrot, she doesn't make a sound
In the jungle
In the jungle
There's variety
It's it's own diverse society
There's a man on a hunt carrying a spear
And when he gets sad, he sheds a tear
There's a snake up in a tree about the height of a ladder
He never gets sad, cause nothing's ever the matter
In the jungle
In the jungle
There's variety
It's it's own diverse society
There's a pirate on the coast sailing into shore
If he doesn't find a treasure then he's journey's a bore
There's a monkey on the beach carrying a diamond ring
He says "It's just a part of matter. It doesn't mean a thing."
In the jungle
In the jungle
There's variety
It's it's own diverse society
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