This Is Not A Joke

There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone than the little plot I walk on that I call my home. Full of eerie sights, weird and skeery sights ev'ry vicious animal that creeps and crawls and bites!

All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay all that parasites that come from Paraguay in spring. Hmm, hmm hmmm.

Snarling equinox among the rocks will seize you. And the Fahrenheit comes out at night to freeze you. Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees and the jungle swarms with green apostrophes. Oh, the Amazon is calling me.

On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite. On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight. On the Amazon, the hemispheres at night all slink where the agnostics drink.

All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud hunt the metronomes that live in swamp and flood. Then the kodachromes come out and drink their blood, poor ginks.

While velocipedes among the weeds will scare you and the menopause with hungry jaws ensnares you. Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes. Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes.

Oh, the Amazon is calling Yes, the Amazon is calling Oh, the Amazon is calling me-ee!!