In one universe, Brains was raised
Under a pack of wolves' gentle gaze
At 3 years old, with Grey Brother by his side
There's no limit to the nature he'd find
In another, Tin Tin was raised by hunting dogs
She'd discover that there is nothing wrong
With befriending the fierce and making them see
How much kindness and love might mean
Another saw Alan as a honorary lion cub
He'd be there to give Karja a hug
He's his favourite brother of all
Even when the rains can fall
My favourite one, the one I like best
Is Tin Tin in a golden light, undressed
In a temple, cuddling premature me
Close to her skin comfortably
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