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”