He was the wildest of wild boys, he loved his wild toys
He could run through the jungle without making any noise
He played like a monkey, and he played with sticks
And he learned how to fall and a thousand other tricks
He loved his long branches, he loved how they reached
He loved the birds on them, how they squawked and screeched
He loved the tall grasses, he loved what they hid
He loved to sleep hiding after everything he did
His feet were rough, and his grip was strong
“How long could he hold his breath for?” Very long!
When he got cut, scraped, he thought it looked cool
He was striped like a tiger, but he was no fool
He knew when to jump, and he knew when to climb
He knew when to go fast, he knew when to take his time
When the bullies came calling, he was stronger than they thought
Much stronger than ‘em all, much stronger by a lot
He loved the hot sun and when it got even hotter
He could run for hours before he stopped to get water
He could float like a flutterby and sting like a lion
He could name a hundred stars without even tryin’
But one day they came and said, “It’s all for the best
Now sit at this desk, and now take this test.
And now go over here, and now go over there
And now dress like this, and now comb your wild hair!”
But he looked out the window, and he saw his tall trees
And he saw the bright green of the leaves in the breeze
And he knew it right then that he simply had to go
So when they told him to stay, he simply said, “No.”
Now the wildest of wild boys is back with his wild toys
Running through the jungle without making any noise