The Jungler

Oh, it must be over there, see
 In the tall weeds with his head leaned
 By an anthill, by some water
 With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler
 But I'm not too sure
 That we'd go out like that
 So when we're older, maybe sooner
 We'll take the fumes from factories to love us, love us
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 Half important, not important
 Not unless you go for gusto
 Maybe we could overtake him
 With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler
 Wakes up and there he goes
 With the gold but not all of the gold
 Safely waits in this place
 And when it's clear, I'll get our gold
 I'll get our gold
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 When we're older
 We will thank the jungler
 For all the gold
 That comes out our pockets
 That comes out our pockets
 That comes out our pockets
 Out our pockets