Going through trees,
While parrots talk,
There’s baby lions and tigers,
Starting to walk.

Leaves hang over,
To say hello,
The sun maybe hot,
But it’s certainly yellow.

Whilst the moist, dusty path
Is sucking up the water,
The yellow and black frog,
Has just had a daughter.

The glistening seeds,
Are growing into flowers,
While the bushes are growing
Like towers.

Maybe one day you can go to the lovely sight
But just be careful, you can’t fly a kite!

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