A Prayer to King Kong
The feverish jungle, a bungalow binge,
And the apes of the valley delight.
Amassing their arson, the parsons all cringe
As the napes of their necks feel the bite.
Oh holy banana, the manna of trees,
As the fleas seem to hop on along
Infighting, igniting the apes that are biting
Those bees as they sing of King Kong.
A hundred feet tall is the wall of the men
And a sinful release of the spear
Escaping the bin of the hundred foot spin
Thus applying their lying with cheer.
"Ah-ooh-ah," goes an ape as the head of the shape
Of the stone spear endangers its spark.
And some other dumb fool in his foolhardy drape
Absolutely 'ooh-ah's' his remark.
The natives are restless, confessions debate
All the while the apes gather their dead.
Subordinate clause in the claws of their fate,
And a villager loses his head.
Removed from the neck as the bees start to check
Acclimating, debating design.
As a hive, they survive, a revival on deck
For they sing as they sting, "Apes are fine!"
A thousand or more in the chore of the sores
And the numbering, slumbering sloth
Awakens to aid in displayed forest floors
As the bees and the fleas gel as broth.
The African sonnet of bees in the bonnet
And apes on the Cape Horn of nine
Combine in the shrine of the mine blowing pine
As the fleas stop and drop kick the sign.
The sloth calls aloud in the crowd of the shroud
And a lion out of Zion appears.
The jungle's own king comes to cling; the bees sting
As he strengthens the villagers' fears.
"Away with your play and your villainous way!
Now away, or I say you will die!"
The roar echoed more as the lion on display
Offered each human there in his cry.
The apes and the fleas and the bees in the drape
Of the canopy stopped, held in awe.
The sloth, on his knees, bowed and plowed the disease
As the humans all fled what they saw.
"The law of the jungle, for all- even fungal-
The growth underneath the dead leaves-
Must never be broken as these words are spoken
Alas, mother ape, now she grieves ...
The humans are fuming; a vengeance is blooming
Until they destroy every land.
Avoid at all costs their ridiculous frost
For the winter lives on in their hand.
We all have united; the spirit delighted;
And the forest exalts us in joy.
Now go on, safely roam; travel deep in our home
For the menace the humans employ
Has been seen o'er and o'er in mischievous lore
And I doubt it will not take them long
To return to this place with a hate spilling face
So we must all now pray to King Kong."
The feverish jungle, a bungalow's bray,
And the apes and the bees and the fleas
And the sloth, on their knees, join the lion as they please
And to King Kong they bow long and pray.