One called Sweets and one called Bub.
Momma said "don't drink it or you won't get grub."
Sweets drinks the water. Glub. Glub. Glub.
Two little monkeys toweled off and dried.
Sweets laughed and giggled. Bub just cried.
Mamma said "stop crying, please. My brain is fried."
Sweets builds a tower and glows with pride.
Two little monkeys tucked in bed.
Dreaming of playing in fields of red.
Mamma is so tired she could be dead.
But she looks to the morning and the day ahead.
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