Boredom

He played an Irish Jig On a battered old Kazoo Accompanied by his mate On electric Digeridoo As the Oomi Oomi birds Performed a mating dance You could see them strut You should see them prance And the Captain of the Jungle Sighed with despair Ran his gnarled fingers Through his thinning hair Cleared his parched throat With a careful little cough And then being bored Switched the whole lot off And the jungle creaked and sighed And silence fell all around As bit by bit by bit by bit The jungle slowly closed right down.