There’s a roaring sound in the schoolyard and in the street. My sturdy threads are like wild armours – in a tiger print for more agility, like a cat, and ride daily.
I’m all fired up, while working out, I have forgotten my fluffy jacket, like the coat of a Pomeranian, and my tee with zebra-like yokes, as comfort is present. My moves have no boundaries! I can let my power ring out and “grrr”, leap to reach my objectives in my leopard jacquard jogging suit. My clothes in shaded colours are such that you don’t even see me pass by.
In fact, it’s so much fun, and freedom rings out like a toucan, like in a Costa Rica canopy. Today, I’m in the lead. I’m the king of the jungle.