(With apologies to Walt Whitman)
O Monkey! My Monkey! has our time to part come?
We’ve played together many times, but I fear you may be done.
The end is near, your screeches I hear, as I shed a tear;
You’re dangling too far out of reach from our foyer chandelier.
But O heart! heart! heart! O your strength will you please muster;
Before Daddy gets you down from there with our yellow extension duster.
O Monkey! My Monkey! just a few minutes more;
We’ll have you down so do not frown, though you may be sore.
I have a thousand other animals and many, many toys;
But it’s you, sweet Monkey, alone that brings my so much joy.
Here Monkey! dear Monkey! please keep holding on –
I’ve loved you nearly half my life, but our friendship is still too young.
My Monkey does not answer, he blankly stares ahead;
My father is not moving quick enough to save my BFF.
Finally, he reaches Monkey and how my heart does swell –
I can see the white doves flying high, I can hear the victory bells.
Exult, O Monkey, and ring, O bells! And I, with joyful heart –
am reunited with my pal, never again to part.