Good morning, it's 3am in this great roaring
  city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking
  spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their
  tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in
  the diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young
  impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza
  and over there that brilliant head ornament on that
  Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand
  in hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're
  unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...
  
  the stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler's
  resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with
  the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the
  impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
  the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly
  live without also be cautious of the poisonous
  boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat
  and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing
  with a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good
  reply...
  
  arrive in neurotica
  through neon heat disease
  I swear at the swarming heards
  I sweat the foul terrain
  I rove the moving scenery
  I have no fin
  no wing no stinger
  no claw no camouflage
  I have no more to say...
  
  Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over
  there look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger
  rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink
  siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers,
  they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue
  random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica...
  so long...