Wild Man Of The Jungle Poem by Juan Olivarez

The wild man of the jungle,
Swings in the trees.
Up where he can't stumble,
If he bangs his knees.

He talks to the monkeys,
He yells like a fool.
He reads signs in the trees,
Though he ne'er went to school.

He swims like a fish,
And he wrestles reptiles.
To wear clothes is his wish,
Way out here in the wild.

He's king of the jungle,
This is his backyard.
With gorillas he'll rumble,
He's a real wild card.

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