Little Monkeys
Little monkeys don’t hear,
little monkeys don’t see
Little monkeys don’t speak
on things
which they don’t believe
Little monkeys follow the leader,
little monkeys love the jingling sound
that the organ grinder throws down
Little monkeys love the shiny coins,
they like to stash them
under the river bank thorns
Little monkeys love sleeping under
the leafy canopy tent
Little monkeys don’t much care
where their
missing brothers and sisters went
Little monkeys love eating the bananas
growing in the wild free
Little monkeys love climbing up
the emerald branched money tree
And looking out in the distance
at the vast, barren valley with no green
But, when the little monkeys climb down,
they don’t wanna know
why and what it was they had just seen
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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