while considering a saga to one hell-of-a Viking, I pause to consider..

Jane’s legs:

Jane's wearing the skin of an animal

Tarzan had misgivings about.

the skin is short at the jagged hemline

and rises temptingly with her movement.

she’s sitting without cause for distress

on the highest limb of a tree that best belongs in Maine,

while one leg hangs freely, swaying gently like

a succulent pendulum.

later, Jane's taking a swim in the clear water near the falls.

she appears to be naked, but it's just an illusion.

she's naked.

earlier, in the treehouse, Jane makes breakfast for Tarzan

consisting of various fruits and berries.

Tarzan eyes his meal thinking: "what've I gotten myself into?" but

adjusting quickly to his new station he eats what's put in front of him.

Jane's trapped and the lion is coming.

Cheetah informs Tarzan who beats on the lion and stabs it

with a knife God himself has fashioned for the confrontation.

but throughout, the lion appears to want to cuddle with Tarzan.

Jane's rescued, and counts another skin for her wardrobe. 

oh, look! It's daddy!

yes, her father shows-up with an entourage of white folk.

the natives carry the heavy luggage and aren't allowed to have rifles.

(why do the natives always appear skittish in their own country?)

on the way to camp, some of them have fallen off the treacherous cliff

from the narrow pathway taking with them their loads of whitey's goods,

but there's no remorse coming from whitey who

enjoys the evening sitting by the campfire smoking his pipe.

Jane's happy to see her father, but tells her tagalong boyfriend

to scram because she's staying in the jungle with Tarzan and the apes.

fuck the 5th Avenue penthouse!

dad hugs his little girl for finally making a decision in her life and

departs on a heading north by west to the big city and its own set of apes,

thus ending any hope for the resurrection of the saga:

"Ragnar Hairy-Breeks, the Viking of Norway."