Ten Little Monkeys Jumping on a Bed

Ten Little Monkeys Jumping on a Bed

Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed, One fell off and bumped his head, Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" Nine little monkeys swinging from the chair, One fell off and landed with a scare, Mama called the doctor, with a worried frown, "Those monkeys need calming down!" The doctor, a wise orangutan with a thoughtful gaze, Didn't scold or threaten in a strict, stern way. He sat on the floor, with a gentle smile, "Monkeys," he said, "let's talk a while." He spoke of games they could play, on the floor or the wall, Building with blocks, or a jungle gym ball. He taught them to climb, with a safe, steady hand, And showed them soft pillows, for a gentle, napping land. Eight little monkeys, giggling with glee, Building a tower, reaching for the tree. Seven little monkeys, swinging on a vine, Pretending they soared, in a jungle so fine. Six little monkeys, snuggled in a row, Reading a story, soft and slow. Five little monkeys, whispering a rhyme, Dreaming of adventures, come story time. Four little monkeys, coloring the day, With sunshine and laughter, chasing the gray. Three little monkeys, building a fort, With pillows and blankets, a cozy resort. Two little monkeys, holding hands tight, Ready for bed, under the moon's gentle light. One little monkey, with a sleepy sigh, Curled up with Mama, beneath the starry sky. No more monkeys jumping, just peaceful delight, The doctor's wisdom, making everything right. Mama smiled, with a grateful tear, "Thank you, Doctor Orangutan, for making things clear!"