The land of JamBoo,
Is just like a zoo.
With purple brick paths,
And talking giraffes.
Elephants that sing,
A frog as a king.
House made of cheese,
Biscuits act as keys.
Footballers are poor,
Trees and flowers snore.
Clouds that rain custard,
Sea is full of mustard.
Haters are lovers,
Daughters are mothers.
Winter is summer,
Work becomes funner.
In the land of JamBoo,
Anything can come true!