People often complain
That teens don't respect their elders
I am often dubious of this claim
The next generation just someone to blame
But this punkish attitude won't last long
When I finally see their disregard
Because youths extend their flippant arm
Towards other species too
So bold and brash they swagger
To an orangutan enclosure
Where in there Batu lays and thinks
Just napping to wile away the hours
As many of us do
And you'd be mad if someone disturbed you
They scream and yell and laugh and bang
Gasps of delight when he turns around
They need to make their presence known
Boys like hooligans, make a show
I want to see the glass disappear
Like the snake's tank on harry potter!