sebby's toy

The naughty monkey

The little one smiling cheerfully

Wrapping up his small fingers

He doesn't want to be left behind

The world that he sees

The bright colours and lights

The songs of sound whispering

The naughty monkey never jumps away

He sees the wooden horse

The bright eyes eager to ride

The new toy in his eyes

This is something he would try

He wants to crawl to the Christmas tree

He tries his best though he knows he can't

He knows how to call for help to get there

The naughty monkey is a bright boy

Now in his mother's hands

He struggles but he smiles

“See I tell you I can fly

Look at me floating in the air”

On the horse Sebby sees

He makes his fingers gestures

“Don't ride my horse

I am coming to sit on it”

In the distance

Sebby only smiles

Eyes glow seeing his toy

“It's just matter of time”