There are things in the jungle that hiss
So awareness would not be amiss
I doubt you'd be pleased
When suddenly squeezed
By an o'er hanging vine (what is this?)
I wonder how the skeleton stayed intact?
Although he's right there in the trees, he's no longer able to squeeze! So go on, you're all right; there's no need for fright, and you'll only get wet if he... (But don't worry; his bladder is empty!)
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I would like to translate this poem
squeezed by overhanging wine, nice