The wild frontier hasn't changed that much when it comes to surviving, in fact it's even worse. We know a bear when we see one, we would even know a wild Indian after a scalp, but these new preditors comes disguised.
Davy Davy Crocket
king of the wild frontiers
Killed him a bear
when he was only three
and every other wild
thing he did see
Davy would be right at home
in this asphalt jungle
Of course he'd have to
upgrade his tools
to effectively deal with
all the crazy fools
With no more wild
Indians and bears to fight
Davy would have to put all
the hoodlums in his sight
And be extra careful in
this asphalt jungle at night
He'd even have to
watch his work and play
in the day
or he might get
blown away
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2008
Sad commentary on the times.
It isn't always an asphalt jungle.
I live in a "sand" jungle.
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It isn't always an asphalt jungle.
I live in a "sand" jungle.
Elizabeth