Swamp juice drifted up the stairs, as Leo washed his hair in soap, and turned into a lion. Well, it's what the mirror told him. Likes his burgers raw, and make-up red. He shakes his head, the hair just tumbles down. He's in the jungle now and hungry, looking for an arm to chew on. Tarzan shouting from a poster on the wall. Here's the rope, take the world on. So he tiptoed to the balcony, and he swung across the street, as buses dodged and shoppers watched. And though he plowed into a window, Leo's shouting from a rooftop, "I'm King, King of all the Jungle!" But they bundled him away. Away ... Now he spends his days talking to the wall of his cell. It's padded, smells of ether, nurse is smiling sweeter than a can of jungle juice. Pats him on his mane, and he purrs, how he purrs... Meow! Meow! Meow! (How he purrs, meow!) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven: all good kittens go to heaven. (Meow!)