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Tuesday Apr 13, 2004

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ooo aaa

Dahlia Jean the jungle queen, lived deep in the heart of the Congo.
She danced with Monkeys all day long, and loved to play her bongo.
Her castle was a big ol' Baobab tree, that grew tons of little pink flowers,
Stretched out on her favorite baobab branch, she'd read jungle books for
hours.
She'd ride her pal Laura the Lyon, across the way to the great jungle
market.
She used to ride her Elephant, but could never find a place to park it.
She bought bananas from Gabe the Gorilla, and mangos from Hank the Giraffe.
She bought a big yummy jungle milkshake, but let Laura the Lyon drink half.
Now if Dahlia has a favorite jungle store, it would have to be Jungle Style.
They have the coolest outfits EVER designed, by Giorgio Crocodile.
She tried on all the jungle dresses, and a few pair of jungle jeans,
Until the jungle sun began to go down, and you know what that means.
JUNGLE PARTY at the Baobab Castle, and evenyone's invited!!!
Even Humphrey & Gus, the grouchy old Hippos, were totally excited.
Cheetas, Zebras, Flying Squirrels, the Queen's best Monkey pal Christina,
An Antelope, 3 Wildebeests, and Chuck the well mannered Hyena.
They all danced 'til their feet were too tired, and ate 'til they could
nibble no more.
Then they all went to bed with their earplugs in, cuz oh boy can that
Rhino sure snore!!!
And the Queen sat atop her Baobab tree, and looked up at the bright jungle
moon.
She couldn't wait to wake up, and tell mom and dad, that they should move to
the jungle, and SOON!!!

ooo aaa
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