Dunga Dunga Jungle Mumba Daduda Chunga Bongos Congos Three Big Ripe Bananas Big Chunky Strong Gorilla Gung Gung Gung Gung Chunga Chunga Chunga Chung. Chunky Monkey Bunki Bunki Chungp Chungo He Ate My Mango.
I slump off to my room. Everything feels blurred. I seem to walk right through my door. I unconsciously fall onto my bed And stare at the ceiling, All alone, Nothing else but me.
Bewildered children asking questions, slouching, sighing, scribbling and erasing. Slowly, he paces the room, a kindly overseer of our work. One girl pauses, searching for inspiration. My bracelets jingle as I catch her motion and look.
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