i'm in the jungle noo
amongst the palm groves
the fan whirrs aboot
but enly hot air blows
ambiance electric
humidity grows
thunder storm static
lightening show
darkness settles in
fire flies glow
lying in my hammock
rocking to and fro
voices in the distance
but I don't care what they say
fur i'm in the jungle noo
so far far away
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