The Monkey
by Ashley

The monkey is brown.
He sits in a tree.
He waits for you and me.

He tells about his travels,
And the places that he sees.
Swinging up there in the banana tree.

He tells of all his dreams,
His hopes and peace.
He never thinks of himself,

But all of the others too,
As he sits and waits,
In his cage at the zoo.