They fly at night, you’d better run. These winged things are not much fun.
A little bite will make you itch, make you sneeze, make you twitch.
His fangs are sharp, he likes your taste. Your party better move post haste.
They grow much faster than bamboo. Take care or they’ll come after you.
Don’t be fooled, it isn’t thunder. Staying put would be a blunder.
Need a hand, well you just wait. We’ll lend a hand, we each have eight.
You’re almost there with much at stake. But now the ground begins to quake.
This will not be an easy mission, monkeys slow the expedition.
Hunter from the darkest wild Makes you feel just like a child.
Beware the ground on which you stand. The floor is quicker than the sand.
In the jungle you must wait/Until the dice read five or eight?
A law of ‘Jumanji’ has been broken You will step back even more than your token
Every month at the quarter moon There’ll be a monsoon in your lagoon.
There is a lesson you must learn Sometimes you must go back a turn.