Poem Found in the Pocket of an Amazon

Poem Found in the Pocket of an Amazon - My bubba

Lyricist：My Larsdotter

Composer：My Larsdotter/Gudbjörg Tómasdóttir

Juices flow in the jungle

Rocks fall and nothing at all is sacred in the jungle

Lips sink down to endless sips in the waterfall

In the river tall

Warmer than the sun hidden by the green

In the jungle

Bugs procreate like it's innate

To constantly seriously date

Underneath the leaves in the shade

No sharp blade in the jungle

Heaven's sake cold and straight

Not in the jungle hooray

My arm all the ruckus in the jungle

More than a mate no stove but tons of bait

You're never late in the jungle I just ate

Yeee

Snakes maybe hold on to that branch no not that one

Come down from the tree top

We could gather some fruit and have a party

Come correlate we're naked or slimy muddy or brown

Look at that small dawn the long dusk the

Hot night the monkeys yapping

On and on a never ending charm

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

I have a big itch somewhere in the jungle

A big itch in this here jungle