The Jungle Drums were calling,
Throughout the forest dense,
To invite me to the party,
Could I afford to take the chance?
It might be my last party,
What was the food to be?
Who were the party givers?
Was the food to be ~ just me?
I had been told to beware of strangers,
Could I afford to take the chance?
Would I be alive in the morning?
Or be partnered in the last dance?
The rhythm was getting stronger,
Faster did beat the drums,
Should I go a little faster?
Or should I turn and run?
The Pygmies were a-eating,
Fruit and Vegetables, you see,
Rumours of them being Cannibals,
Was to keep away ~ you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahahahahahahaha! ! ! Tooo cool...vegetarian cannibals...who would have thunk it? ? ? LOL Hugs, Dee