The Jungle

The hot jungle is my enemy
Too long have I been its frenemy
The hotness has made me sweat out lakes
I wish I was at home in Brooklyn eating a cake
My plane crash landed here I am the only survivor
I am only a simple bus driver for a local school
I look out into my horizon I see a pool
There are mermaids and many kites
They fly in the air
I look and a snake bites my hand
I lay on the floor poisoned then I hear a small voice
I didn't have much of a choice
She put me in the pool and with a wand made me all better
My hand is better I thank her with a kiss goodnight