My name is Jane, the Jungle Queen.
Don’t mess with me, I’m just plain mean.
I bathe in rivers full of crocs,
I dive from ninety feet of rocks.
I wear some snakes around my neck,
they make a meal when on a trek.
I run barefoot through jungles deep,
my legs are strong to help me leap.
It’s good I’m not afraid of heights,
the vines are my travel delight.
My mate’s Tarzan, he swings with me.
We travel fast from tree to tree.
My Tarzan calls the forest herd,
from largest cat to smallest bird.
They listen to his warning sound,
they come to help from miles around.
We race the elephants for fun,
then, all is flatland when we’re done.
So when we’re out, you’d best beware,
’cause we are just one fast-paced pair.
Together we live in a tree,
along with a big chimpanzee.
Our friends are creatures of the woods,
we bond with them, as well we should.
They sound alarms when trouble comes,
about what’s wrong and then where from.
Sometime it’s hard to understand
what happens in our jungle land.
My Tarzan is my one main squeeze,
and only I can touch his leaves.
If you see our tree’s a rockin’
walk on by and don’t come knockin’.
© 2019, Barb Henson. All rights reserved.