Amidst all the chatter, the honeygold voice is missing
As the predators roam about looking for prey
You the best among them, gone,
Perhaps searching for high ground
Stropping your passion claws, flexing your love muscles

Yet, it helps to think that you're not solely predatory

For you stand apart, the music in the din
The unvanquished Jungle Queen with the unmistakable urban sheen
No lurking, no skulking for you
But the proud frontal attack
Turning men to jelly, your squirming victims

Now that your unmistakable melody is missing
The forest orchestra is playing out of tune
The green mystery of the wilderness all but lost
For the lonesome curious trekker
He picks up his binoculars, scans the whole horizon
But as far as his eyes can see
It's only a barren, sandy wasteland

Come back, O Jungle Queen, come back with your magic
With your rousing majestic strides make the forest green
Newborn grasses will sprout wherever you tread
Trees bending their crowns in regal salute
Flowers will bloom, birds will sing
And all the playful cubs will gambol by the spring
So come back and play your music, O Jungle Queen