[Theo Katzman, Jack Stratton, Woody Goss & Joe Dart]
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
Our love will live forever and a day

Blow tropic wind, sing a song through the tree
Tree sigh to me, soon my love, I will see

[Theo Katzman, spoken]
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

[Woody Goss, spoken in exaggerated high voice]
Hello?

[Theo Katzman, spoken]
Well, no, that–