The Jingle-Jangle Jungle

The Jingle-Jangle Jungle lies across the Sing-Song Sands:
There be dragons, and chimaera, and terrors beyond the the grasp of man.
It is thick with mist and dew and the music of many beasts;
It is heady with the fumes of many an exotic feast:
Oh the Jingle-Jangle Jungle is a wonderful land!

Deep in the heart of the forest are the ruins of a palace,
All of a flurry with a thousand kingly ghosts that search for solace,
All of a scurry with a thousand twisted minds that hope for peace,
It is a haven for magick, where the miracles never cease:
Oh the Jingle-Jangle Jungle is a wonderful place!

Between the ageless trees prowls the fearsome Gallibundry,
Who nibbles and chews and gobbles all and sundry;
No-one has ever escaped everyone knows it’s there –
Legend has it there are marvelous treasures piled in its lair:
Oh the Jingle-Jangle Jungle is a wonderful country!

Right-slap-bang in the middle there’s a huge old elm,
That looms above the canopy like a ship’s captain at its helm.
Some say it’s made of flesh and bone, others say it’s made of stories,
They say it sheds light, they say it radiates glory:
Oh the Jingle-Jangle Jungle is a wonderful realm!


Encore un peu d'Anglais pour faire patienter les masses pendant que je bosse sur autre chose, qui sera bientot devoile.