In my Jaguar I drive, digging those hot jungle vibes,
love this lush place, with all its zinging smells and stinging nettles.
Like the trees, I’m thriving, living my best life,
I just wanna keep driving and never settle.
Beeep!!!! What’s that coming over the hill?
It pierces my ears like hunter’s spears.
A hyena, a hexbug, hunting for thrills?
No way, a hexbug? Just wait till I tell my peers.
Ooh, a huntress, sultry and brass
Her leopard print dress packs a punch!
How swift she sprints through glass-sharp grass,
if I were her, my own bones would crunch!
Hawk-eyed; I gawk as my Jaguar rolls,
wild for her style, and strong, stoic soul.
I hope one day, I too can be,
as resilient and remarkable as she.
But today, I leave, and just catch one last wistful glance,
Perhaps another life, I could snatch that elusive chance.
