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Little baby monkey
Sitting in a tree,
Counts on his fingers
One, two, three.

He does flips
Bangs his head on a branch,
Knocks himself out
I guess now, he won't be able to dance.

Gets up off the ground
Has a lump on his head,
It hurt so much
Tears, he started to shed.

Maybe next time
He'll stay on the ground,
Somewhere a little more safe
With less branches around.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.4/2005