With nimble grace and eyes so bright,
A spirit swings, a playful light.
Not bound by human forms or ways,
She dances through her jungle days.
A chatter rings, a joyful sound,
As she explores, on leafy ground.
With curious hands and agile leap,
Her secrets ancient forests keep.
No gentle rose, no fragile bloom,
But strength and wit within her room.
A primal heart, a knowing gaze,
In playful mischief, she always sways.
So let her swing, and let her climb,
Beyond the bounds of passing time.
A monkey's soul, both wild and free,
A wondrous friend, for all to see.