Tongue and Pen

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, It might have been.
In the jungle you must wait ‘Til the dice read five or eight.At night they fly, you better run. These winged things are not much fun.They grow much faster than bamboo. Take care or they’ll come after you.His fangs are sharp. He likes your taste. Your party better move poste haste.A hunter from the darkest wild, makes you feel just like a child.Don’t be fooled it isn’t thunder, staying put would be a blunder.This will not be an easy mission - monkeys slow the expedition.Need A Hand? Well, You Just Wait. We’ll Help You Out. We Each Have Eight.You’re almost there with much at stake, but now the ground begins to quake…There is a lesson you will learn: sometimes you must go back a turn.Beware of the ground for which you stand, the floor is quicker than the Sand.A tiny bite can make you itch, make you sneeze, make you twitchEvery month at the quarter moon, there’ll be a monsoon, in your lagoon.

In the jungle you must wait ‘Til the dice read five or eight.
At night they fly, you better run. These winged things are not much fun.
They grow much faster than bamboo. Take care or they’ll come after you.
His fangs are sharp. He likes your taste. Your party better move poste haste.
A hunter from the darkest wild, makes you feel just like a child.
Don’t be fooled it isn’t thunder, staying put would be a blunder.
This will not be an easy mission - monkeys slow the expedition.
Need A Hand? Well, You Just Wait. We’ll Help You Out. We Each Have Eight.
You’re almost there with much at stake, but now the ground begins to quake…
There is a lesson you will learn: sometimes you must go back a turn.
Beware of the ground for which you stand, the floor is quicker than the Sand.
A tiny bite can make you itch, make you sneeze, make you twitch
Every month at the quarter moon, there’ll be a monsoon, in your lagoon.

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