Monkey Servants

Verse 1
I was stuck at home, with chores to do,
My socks were lost, my lunch was too.
I stared at the ceiling, sighed real deep,
Then drifted off into monkey-suited sleep.
In came a monkey, dressed to impress,
Tiny bowtie, no wrinkle, no mess.
He tipped his hat and gave a wink,
Poured my juice before I could blink!
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Chorus
Monkey servants, tidy and quick,
They shine my shoes and fetch my stick.
Wearing little suits with tiny gold chains,
They carry umbrellas when it rains!
No more dishes, no more mess—
With monkeys in vests, I live in finesse!
It’s a high-class jungle, and I’m the prince,
Thanks to monkey servants, life’s been a win since!
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Verse 2
One irons my shirt with careful flair,
Another combs my wild bedhead hair.
They open doors with a graceful swing,
And one plays Mozart on a violin string.

They pack my lunch—triple banana stew,
A note inside: “We believe in you!”
They march behind with silver trays,
Escorting me to school like it’s a parade!

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Chorus
Monkey servants, loyal and neat,
Polished shoes and dainty feet.
With napkins folded, ties just right,
They tuck me in and say, “Good night.”
A bell on my desk, one dainty ring—
They swing to action like it’s their thing!
Every boy should have a chance
To live with monkeys who wear pressed pants!

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Bridge
Forget about robots or fancy machines,
Give me monkeys with good routines!
They bow and nod, they understand,
They even drew my weekend plans!

One bakes cookies, one makes tea,
One reads poetry aloud to me.
Is this a dream? It’s gotta be…
But what a dream of luxury!

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Final Chorus
Monkey servants, clever and dapper,
One’s my butler, one’s my rapper.
They handle business with perfect grace,
Even brush my teeth with monkey pace!
With banana tips and tails held high,
They turn each day into pie-in-the-sky.
My life’s deluxe—no stress, no flurries—
Just monkey suits and zero worries!

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Outro
Then Mom called out—it all went still.
Back to chores with zero thrill.
But in my mind, they’re still around,
Those monkey servants, safe and sound.
In little coats, with gloves so neat—
One day they’ll come… and sweep me off my feet