A man went into the jungle
And stepped upon some bones
The dew was dried but still he tried
To rest on weary stones
The forest tried to warn him
Alas he did not heed
And on he went with nothing meant
Except to quell his need
He leered into the stream and bent
Down low upon its bank
Until the watered gurgled
Not pleased with being drank
The sinew fruit lay barren
After he’d had his fill
And someone in the forest hissed
“Fear not- we’ll beat him still!”
He walked on through the giants
Which he called timber gold
Tripping along their roots
And planning for them to be sold
Alas, the panther was hungry
And stalking him as his prey
There's nothing quite like the manflesh
And no catch is as easy as they
The man was not a foolish one
And his machete was long
The panther attack was ferocious
But the man was equally strong
The panther was forced in retreat
Licking his mortal wounds
The man forged on through the jungle
Not heeding the thunder's boom
Fear not, the jungle whispered
The usurper will yet be beat
Take him down with an army of ants
To sting him on his feet
The man cried out in pain at that
And fell to the forest floor
Where the clever thorn was waiting
To valiantly prick some more
But quickly he recovered and
More determined he pushed through
The tangles and the nettles
That once cut- more thickly grew
The pond was waiting patiently
When he arrived at it's shore
He stripped out of his garments
And bathed and washed his sores
We've got him now frogs whispered
The tree trunks rumbled back
The pond was not moved to reply
Its waters turning black
Still on he pushed and wondered
Where does this jungle end
If he finds there some paradise
He must return this way again
At last no end was there for days
As he slept and marched and slept
The jungle waited patiently
As inwards the usurper crept
At last the man realized his fault
Flesh rotting from his wounded palm
The maggots crawling inside out
The maggots were so calm
The maggots were so calm
He's green at last! The jungle cried
The birds squawked out the news
And all the creatures great and small
Watched the man grow more confused
Delirious he tried retreat
But the vines had planned a trap
Where he'd once cut, they grew too thick
And he could not turn back
Alas he fell and withered
And the worms came out to feast
For never would the jungle
Be bested by such a beast
The jungle slowly engulfed him
Til all there was was bones
And later still, those withered
And moss grew like on stones
The man was soon forgotten
The jungle saw more men each day
They mostly were usurpers
And all of them must pay
