Maurice the Monkey
In the middle of the jungle lived a monkey now of fame
An intrepid little creature, Little Maurice was his name
Now just like all other monkeys, climbing surely
Yet compared to other monkeys, Maurice was not the same
Maurice had so much promise, with such talent he was blessed
Such a gifted little climber, he surpassed all of the rest
He could climb before all others, perform tricks they’d never seen
Some were so outrageous, they truly were obscene.
He would invent and he would hone, each and every trick
Stylistically incredible, Little Maurice the maverick
He would spin and twirl and flip, without a single little slip
Double flip and loop the
Such a show he would put on, such incredible acrobatics,
The troop had surely become, Little Maurice’s fanatics.
But unbeknownst to all, Little Maurice was dismayed
For unlike all the others, Little Maurice was afraid,
Afraid of what you ask? What was the monkey’s plight?
Well you see this little monkey, he feared and hated heights!
Well how did he perform, with such a crippling fear?
Well you see, he performed on the baby trees
Where the ground was nice and near
No one knew but him, of his terrible little fear,
He daren’t not tell his friends, they’d think that he was queer.
They’d think him oh so strange, if they knew that heights he feared,
A monkey scared of heights! That really was quite weird.
Now, Maurice was nearly 5 and that meant bigger “junior trees”
He’d seen his friends already take the step, with such fluidity and ease
But just looking at the trees, he felt quite nauseated
For that meant conquering heights, which by now we know he hated.
See Maurice knew he had the talent, he knew he could be the best
But the best they traversed heights, they conquered every test
They climbed the tallest tree, revered by all the jungle,
The tree that all knew by its name, the tree called ”Mgungle Bungle”
No one had
For even those who could stomach heights, feared that they would plummet
To reach the top was Maurice’s dream, what an accomplishment, what a feat
But he knew if he were to do so, his fear he must now treat.
He would move up to the junior trees, within a single week
He really needed help now, advice he must now seek
He knew who he could go to, upon whom he could call,
“Reginald the Wise”, (Redge for short) the wisest monkey of them all.
So he set off in
Until he came upon the cave, where Redge was said to stay
The only monkey he knew, who his fears he could allay
Reginald, was said, to be wiser than the owl,
As Maurice approached his cave, the wise old monkey soon appeared
Quizzically looking at Maurice, and thoughtfully stroking his beard
Maurice I see it’s you, I’ve heard tales of your ability,
But I sense you approach me now, due to your fragility
Now don’t you worry child, each one of us has fear
It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it certainly isn’t queer
Maurice stood there stunned, how had Reginald known
That despite all of his talent, something had him thrown
He coughed and then he spoke up ”the
Is that of heights and tall trees, I have a terrible fear.
My child I’m here to help, there’s no problem I can’t fix
Soon you’ll be swinging from “Mgungle Bungle” performing the finest of your tricks
But how can that be true? How will that come to pass
I cannot climb the junior trees, I truly am a farce.
I must climb Mgungle bungle, it really is essential
For otherwise I shall not reach, my true climbing potential
Why sssshh my child there’s no time to talk
Don’t you know you must crawl before you can walk.
Then you must walk, before you can run
This is quite simply the way it is done
Take little steps, set a little goal
Before you know it, you’ll be on a roll.
Forget that big tree, although it’s your intention
First upon smaller trees we must make an ascension
Take this junior tree; this is where we shall start
You must face your fear, so that it may
In taking this small step,
Immediately he was stunned into a terrified trance
He started to tremble, his knees became weak
He tried to say something, but no longer could speak
But he mustered all his courage, he gathered all his might
He relinquished all his fear and banished all his fright
He knew that he must face it, his worst and greatest dread
So that he could now progress, and put his fears to bed.
He approached the tree and took his first step
With anxiety and dread, he duly was met
Encouraged by Redge, he soon reached the tree’s ceiling.
What excitement he felt, pure exhilaration
He’d condemned his fears to total annihilation.
What’s our next step Redge, he joyfully yelled
There’s more of this fear that must duly be felled.
And so over the week the pair worked with all their might
As each tree that they tackled gained steadily in height
With each taller tree, they took the next step
And soon Maurice had banished his entire fret.
He’d tackled his fear and cast it aside.
He thanked wise old Redge and made his way home
He could barely believe just how brave he had grown.
That night he lay still, awaiting the morn
When he knew among the troop a legend would be born.
In the morning he awoke, the day was finally here
He was now a junior, with nothing left to fear
He proudly made his way, over to the junior trees
And he climbed right to the top, with effortlessness and with ease
But in him was more, he knew that he was ready
So he collected all his thoughts and made himself quite steady
He gathered all the troop and announced to all with glee
That he would be the first, to reach the top, of the “Mgungle Bungle” tree.
And so with the troop now gathered, he started his ascension
Reaching the top, his determined intention
And boy how he rose, how he climbed with such ease
Soon he had surpassed all the surrounding trees.
Soon reaching the top, He was filled with such pride
What a joyous feeling, He felt deep inside
The onlookers they clapped, they cheered and they roared
As in the towering canopy Maurice swung and he soared.
Maurice thought to himself how he’d conquered his fear
And how Reginald the Wise had made it so clear
To take little
To learn first to walk, so that one day you’ll run.
When he returned back to the ground, he took a bow to one last cheer,
The awestruck crowd asked all at once,
How had he overcome such fear?
It really was quite simple; Reginald the Wise had made it clear
Taking little steps is how it’s done
For we must first learn to walk, so that one day we may run