I tumbled through the jungle in a whirlwind of sound
And when the winds let go of me I knew not what I'd found
Yes there were trees, and birds and beasts, and Nature all around
And a lion who, with gold locks, was elegantly crowned
It was the heart of Wilderness, and that much I could see
But what are plants and animals to humans such as me?
"Where are the streets and stores and lights?" I asked, incredulously
"We much prefer," the lion said, "our savage liberty."
I tried to ask how he could talk, and surely you would too
But then he went and ate me up, for that's what lions do.
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