BLAH BLAH

Hey miss hotshot, take a break,

You are lost, you might want to check

That way you are headed to,

Is a jungle not a zoo.

You'll be hurt and left to bleed,

Like a lesson in a book to read.

Remember the time, 

When mama's rhyme

Made flowers bloom?

The kitchen smelled 

Of strawberry cakes

And the magic broom?

Take a step back, take your time, and think

You are in a boat, most likely to sink

Call that friend, he might be old,

The one who named you and called you gold

He looks like he has, lost a fight

Bruised and bitten, cold and tight

But, he is a dad and he has a gun

When in the jungle, you better have fun!