I can see, swooping birds in the sky flying high way up high,
I can see, a mouldy sloth in a tree having a cuppa tea,
I can hear, tooting tweeting toucans toddling towards the toilet,
I can hear rampaging waterfalls rushing towards the river,
I can hear, panda's ploting pointlessly,
I can taste, the dirty air as dirty as by brothers bedroom,
I can, smell the meaty stench of the crocidiles breathe.
By Carys, Charlie, Begum and Yola !