When it rains in the wild, if I shall ever see,
I imagine this is how it would be,
the sky looks like an old man’s beard,
and the ground is muddy and smeared
the trees look green and happy,
and the birds sit in their nests all chirpy,
the monkeys jump around and start to dance,
enchanted with the wild rain’s trance
the predators go back to their families,
the preys heave sighs of reliefs,
the lion king roars to tell,
that this is my rain, rest of you…go to hell
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 2:45 AM UTC
When it rains in the wild, if I shall ever see,
I imagine this is how it would be,
the sky looks like an old man’s beard,
and the ground is muddy and smeared
the trees look green and happy,
and the birds sit in their nests all chirpy,
the monkeys jump around and start to dance,
enchanted with the wild rain’s trance
the predators go back to their families,
the preys heave sighs of reliefs,
the lion king roars to tell,
that this is my rain, rest of you…go to hell
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