Monkeys leaping in the sky,
flipping high they touch the sky.
Branches shake, they never fall.
Jumping monkeys have it all.
Jump, jump,
bounce away.
Every tree becomes their stage.
Laughing loud they play all day.
Monkeys wild in their own way.
Swinging fast from vine to vine,
skipping beats like they're divine.
In the jungle they're the kings.
Jumping monkeys do their thing.
They don't need a crown or throne.