Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love Pale moon is casting shadows from above Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat Within me, there grows a rhythmic savage beat Love is everywhere, its magic perfume fills the air To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care Poinciana, from now until the dawning day My love will live forever and a day Blow tropic wind, sing a song to the trees Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see Here's the problem with most tenor male vocalists Is that they're speaking– Down here, because they want to socialize with the other apes Instead of speaking up in their mask, like this "Hey, let's order pizza." Right? That would be up your mask But instead you're gonna say something like Hello? Well no, that–