The home of the wild
Way up high in the canopy trees
Swaying in a hammock in the cool jungle breeze
The moon is high in the sky
I look at the stars and wonder what it's like to fly
I hear monkeys chattering and birds singing
No horns honking or bells ringing
I see fireflies dancing in the air
Tree frogs hopping around everywhere
The jungle is alive, the jungle is awake
It doesn't take a vacation, it doesn't take a break
As for me I couldn't call any other place home
For in the jungle you are never alone
There are monkeys that swing
And toucans who sing
There are lizards that hide in plants
And beautiful bugs who bounce and dance
There are tree frogs that climb and hop
There is a party in the jungle that never stops
But, it's beautiful too
Plants so green and a sky so blue
But, I don't know if you've been hearing
The jungle's disappearing
The plants and the trees
The birds and the monkeys
There's villain about
Taking the jungle out
Taking our trees
As much as they please
Stealing the homes of these innocent critters
Scaring them, giving them the jitters
And who is this bad guy, this evil mastermind
It's mankind
Now as I stare at the sky in deep sorrow
I go to sleep wondering if my home... will be here tommorow
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