SO,
Tarzan wades through, thick grass.
Jane sings opera, with Oprah.
Boy, well boyz are boyz, to men...to sing and grin...
Cheetah, well yea, there's Cheetah, she
who drinks long island ice teas, swings
through the trees and pees on us all....
While I just stand there, looking up at it, getting wet.
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