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Mud Monkeys

In the jungle, wild and free,
Mud monkeys swing from tree to tree.
With paws all brown, and faces smeared,
They laugh and play, they’ve no fear.

Splashing through the swampy mire,
Their fur's a mix of dirt and fire.
They roll and tumble, full of cheer,
Every muddy puddle, a frontier.

Their tails flick like mischievous wands,
Casting spells with jungle bonds.
Mucky hands, but hearts so pure,
In their muddy world, they find the cure.

The rain might pour, the earth may quake,
But mud monkeys laugh at every break.
For in the mess, they find their bliss,
A world of muck, a world of bliss.

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