The Song To The Jungle

Hung HO! here we go, to the forest dark and slow,
Trees and climbers everywhere, we cut them down with just a pair.


Hung HO! here we go, with lights and torches over our head,
Burning red and burning bright, on our way in the perfect night.


Hung HO! here we go, slow and steady on our way,
Never turn and never fear, until the lost is good and found.


Hung HO! here we go, through the forest dark and deep,
Moonlight shinning over us, blessing us with all its grace.


Hung HO! here we go, through the forest dark and slow,
Trees and climbers everywhere, we cut them down with just a pair.