When I Come Back

When I come back I will be a gibbon. Leaping and bounding from trees, Swinging and laughing, enjoying my long arms, Loving my life, my arms like long ribbons. I will make friends with red howler monkeys, When they migrate to Asia, where I live. Why? Because they are ridiculously cute, and I love the Way they use their tail like another arm, do or die! Or I might come back as a colobus monkey, because I really love swinging in trees! They stay up there No matter what, during rain, and not so gentle breeze. No wait, I will be an orangutan, living on Borneo. I like fruit, and I do so much love the idea of this, so! Unless I can be a chimpanzee, when I come back, or a gorilla. There are so many choices, and I might even be a man, a simple fella.