The sun thickens, the sky softens;
The water wind retreats far gone
Waving its Sahara sister welcome:
It is the half of one revolution!
Justice goes for summer
For him I scout among men
Only to find him far off men
In jollity with the jungle king.
I beg him to roost with me
But he says: “No!
I’m on a venture
For a new adventure.”
I try to drag him back
But he cries out to his host
So his new friend switches with him:
Jungle for man; man for jungle.
Now, besieged by the jungle king
We are blessed with the jungle creed:
Monkey works, baboon chops;
Two eyes for one eye.
We cry out for our brother’s return:
Oh, when shall he return? !
Oh, when shall we switch again? !
Oh, when shall we be cool again? !