The psycho gorilla spit fire and curses,
Built the volcano,
Boiled the snow,
He didn’t like others because of the pain,
He didn’t like people, rain, or to remain,
in one spot too long.

So, when the eagle flew by, filled and calm,
With the spirit of light,
Wind,
And Water–
The red gorilla became scared and timid,
Racked with the guilt, scarred and rigid,
in one spot too long.

The black tiger attacked, snarled to bite,
And the light from the eagle blinded,
Stopping the fight.

The tiger retreated, spent and worn,
The eagle soared on, traveling the world.
And the gorilla pounded his chest in show,

Dreading the laugh of the hyena.