Five little monkeys bouncing on the moon,

One flipped backward, flew off too soon.

Mama called Ground Control, “Come home by noon!”

Four little monkeys drifting through the stars,

One chased a comet, now twinkles near Mars.

Mama radioed, “Stay where you are!”

Monkeys spinning monkeys, round the jungle vine,

Banana sun is dripping, time’s a twisted line;

Tail to tail we tumble through the bongo-beaten air,

Silver-eyed and giggling, gravity’s a dare.

Drumskin moon is thumping, shadows start to chase;

Every spin unravels all the hours that we waste.

Faster, laugh louder—let the forest blur to gold,

In the whirl of fur and thunder, we’re forever never old.