Moo the monkey climbs up high,To his treehouse in the sky. He brings his toys and snacks to share,With sunshine, leaves, and jungle air. He builds a fort with pillows bright,And hides inside from morning light. He peeks and giggles, starts to play,Pretending he's a king today! He draws with chalk on wooden walls,Makes paper planes and bouncy balls. He plays with blocks and counts to ten,Then knocks them down and starts again! As birds fly home and skies turn blue,Moo yawns wide — the day is through. He waves goodnight to branch and tree,And sleeps inside so peacefully.