Brazil's Capuchin Monkeys Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Little monkeys, smart and quick,
With faces that can play a trick.
Like monks with hoods, their fur is brown,
The cleverest monkeys in the town.

They show their feelings, clear and bright,
A bared-tooth grimace, soft and light,
To calm things down, or say 'I yield, '
A gentle truce upon the field.

When playing games, a happy grin,
An open mouth, where smiles begin.
Like laughter sounds, a joyful show,
Their happy faces start to glow.

And when they meet, a friendly sight,
Their eyebrows lift, a greeting light.
A simple sign, to say 'Hello, '
Across the branches, to and fro.

They're famous too, for using tools,
They follow nature's clever rules.
With stones they crack tough nuts apart,
A handy skill right from the start.

To chase away the biting flies,
They crush up bugs, a smart surprise.
And rub it on their fuzzy coats,
Protected from the insect notes.

Their smarts are known, their minds so keen,
They help us out, a helpful scene.
For people who need extra care,
These monkeys lend a helping share.