The Jungle Book
I realise now just how much life is like a jungle. Which animal are you? I am like the tiger. I sit in the shadows, I wait for my prey, then I only strike when the conditions are right. Perhaps you are like the mocking bird? You sing a different song to make others listen. You need a different song to the one that plays in your heart. You keep singing, and when you keep singing, eventually others listen. You mock the tiger, the lion and the bear. You mock the snake, deep in your lair. You mock the heart, the heart in your cage. But when you sing your song, others listen. Others listen when a song is sang. Keep on singing, dear mocking bird. Keep on singing, and the jungle will rock. Keep on singing and the snake will slither off. Press on now. There's work to be done. The Jungle Book - ending The rain began to fall again, and for a while it was too misty to see what the troops were doing. They had made a big half-circle across the plain, and were spreading out into a line. That li...
