Swinging, clinging, brachiating monkey,
chattering, nattering, making easy flow
from this fruit to that fruit, acacia pod junky.
Pay attention buddy there are apes down below.
Chimpanzees all hunting in a pack,
they round up the monkeys like shepards.
Some in front and others in back ,
but watch out chimps, I see a leopard.
The leopard hunts solo and often in the dark -
if she sees a lone chimp, she'll leap.
She's creeping up now in the wildlife park;
heads up cat, I see a man in a jeep.
The man in the jeep has a big bad gun,
it has a big bad reach and it kills on the cheap.
He's standing in the back and he's havin' him some fun,
if I were you, leopard, I'd be off on the run.
Here comes a warden and he spies the encroacher,
it's lucky there's still light enough for seeing.
He's got the drop on the poacher and votes his cloture,
and keeps the crook from fighting or fleeing.
The poacher didn't stay, he knew who to pay,
there would be no day in court for him.
You could find him at the tavern the very next day
looking happy; but the world looked grimmer.
Well the world didn't look and the world went 'round ,
and homo sap stayed the cream of the stew.
We're the dangerous ones and we are danger bound.
Don't bother looking back Jack: it's you.



