The
apeman the speaker
Jumping
from tree to tree
Swinging
with his long arms
He
feels he can fly
The
squirrels run quickly away
Hearing
his roar from the approaching tree
The
apeman the speaker
He
thumbs his chest showing his strenght
The
little monkeys bow
Let
the apeman feel his power
Behind
his back the monkeys whisper
“One
day he will fall from grace”
“For
now let him has his way
He
can't tolerate criticisms
He
thinks he holds the court
The
junlge has mysterious weapons”
The
apeman the speaker
He
roars loudly thundering in the forest
“What
are you whispering about?
You
want to get smacked into the tree?”
The
noises of guns
Echoing
in the forest
“There
I tell you
The
apeman will fall”
The
little monkeys scattered away
Leaving
the apman the speaker to see
The
hunters emerge from the foliage
All
the rifles aiming on his face
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