it brings back the old feeling

The bad will dig in

Finding their old roots to breed

They will be busy until the bell rings

Then they will realize where they stand

Now they will start to find

The hidden tunnels out of preying eyes

The hoarding of forgotten treasures

They need to cart it away

Every one is concentrating

On the Moo on the field

It gives the bad the chance

To get on with its mapping

The lights did show

But the bad manages to conceal it

The ill-gotten wealth stashed away

Some have to face in court

The wolves and crocodiles

Living up of the perceived wealth

The monkeys too eagerly jumping

The kilo frogs hopping high

There is the sound of door opening

Dragging along the iron railing

The sound of the wagon train

It brings back the old feeling