Banana Leaf Blues

What a cruel world it must have seemed to Tarzan.

Having to wipe his butt with just the leaf in his hand.

Did Jane take empathy and share her two-ply?

Or did she horde it to herself and use it on the sly?

The king of the jungle knows no greater pain.

Than smearing his feces while he poops in the rain.

Oh, Jane, dear girl, at least spare a square.

Because when it comes to that poor man’s hindquarters, it, too, is a jungle down there.