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
Tag: children
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Fallen Monkey
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Little one
You must have heard how rough it can be
How tough it may seem sometimes
How fragile we are, though born from the stars and how we’ve lost our shine
How there’ll be lies and deceit and dirt on your feet, from steps where you will stumble
How there’ll be lies you are told and words that are cold and times where you’ll feel humbled
But don’t give in, this is a game you can win and there are so many hands to guide you
Willing you on like words to a song
We are a chorus right behind you!
Afraid as well, you can probably tell, that we will never see you grow
So please don’t run we’ll have so much fun.
Please…just say hello.
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