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Have I got a story to tell
About a monkey that fell
Deep in the midst of a slumber
Snoozing, legs asunder
His branch was weak
It started to creak
And then came a crack
From under his back
Splintering slow
He started to go
Sliding at first
Beginning to tumble
The poor branch groaned
As it started to crumble
He opened his eyes
And gasped with surprise
No branch within reach
He let out a screech
Greeting the ground with a thud
Face first hitting the mud
Far from amused
At what had ensued
Wiping the dirt from his face
To reveal the utter disgrace
All because his behind
Was too big for where he reclined