Don't worry ‘bout me: I have a nice panga,
A pretty assegai, a Chukchi yaranga,
And I can start fire with some thin tiny twigs
By touching them a bit with my fishnet stockings.

In the Atlas I tamed the last of the lions;
In the Ngorongoro cheetahs feared my irons;
In the Rocky Mountains I made all grizzlies pant;
And in Tamil Nadu tigers purred in my hand.

‘Cuz for kisses, it’s true: I do never resist,
And every man I like, I track him on the pist,
I find him and ******, and finally kiss him.

As for peeled vultures though, hillbilly noisy dogs,
******* or green mambas, stinky naughty warthogs:
I do always cook them but never embrace them...

Read by Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth :
Please note: In the link address, the word "UNDERSCORE" (2x) has to be replaced by the typographic sign of the underscore (Alt+095).

https://www.cjoint.com/doc/18UNDERSCORE05/HEzhgrx8p4AUNDERSCOREIn-love-in-the.mp3

Asteroids out to destroy us and
employers wanting to employ us
is there no end to these catastrophes?

'Give me a home where the Buffalo roam'
and I promise that I'll learn to make glue,
and isn't that what we do,
break things and try to put them together
with glue?

Elsa, ( the lion)
always trying
but you can't fool me
she
never was born free,
and it won't take too long
before all the wildlife has gone,

things die,
look at Ngorongoro
a crater today and
a crater tomorrow,
but once
it was wild and
probably the biggest ever volcano.

Now there's nowhere to go
but to the end
where we're all going.