I'll be a monkey's knuckle,
Then maybe he'll be my uncle.
His aunt ate lice, ain't that nice!
I'll be the tallest tree I can find.
I'll be shade for those, be kind.
I'll be a lemon bush, crush
My tomatoes, don't you rush!
Slowly simmer me into sauce.
I'll be supper, you be the boss.
Then bossy I will be, in my tree -
Playing with my knuckled monkey.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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