The Jungle
The jungle is where so many things can be seen
So many wild and crazy things
Many people dream of going someday
And others pretend while playing in hay
The lions are restless,
Claiming their land
The loud and obnoxious monkeys
Looking to form a band
The colorful birds, flying away
Nobody knows where they go to this day
The poisonous frogs stick to the trees
And all of the snakes decide to stay away
The sloths are all sleeping
And slowly sway all day
The people all come in with no respect
And like to cut down trees for one aspect
A place to live, a fire to burn
Anything to help them, and not a fern
People destroy rainforests and don’t even care