big care in small package®
I've had the stuffing knocked out
of me there is no doubt,
and in here the jungle
has seen the biggest bungle.
He cries when i cry
such a big heart that little guy,
we try to comfort each other as a reliever
but he's sick i'm so sad he has jungle fever.
There's just no monkeying around
when so much misery is found,
there was a time i'd have been ready to play
but the monkey in me has gone away.
But still he's here for me
tho i drive him out of his tree,
i can't expect him to stay in the pink
when his friend goes bananas cause life can stink.
But still i'm glad he's around
cause no other constant company is found,
a lot he says i can't understand
but friends don't have to talk that's not a demand.
I feel bad i can't shake his fever loose
i'm just too weak to be of that use,
i'll just be here for him
at least his life won't be too grim!
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Sally
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