In the Jungle

Allow me to address you child. You've been born into the wild. Listen to this friendly fowl. While, innocently, you dream, wake up and bawl and scream, creatures crawl and scheme - says I, the wise old owl. Scuttling low, sometimes unseen, you'll find something low and mean. You must avoid this thing. Pincers grasp and grip - this fiend shoots from the hip, his tail a lash or whip. Sidestep the scorpion's sting. The greatest danger you will meet in the jungle that is the street preys upon the young. Slipping, sliding with a smile, what he wields is guile. His intentions are most vile. Resist the serpent's tongue.