The 3 Monkeys Poem by margaret haig

Three little monkeys, they played about,

Doing all sorts of things, till their mother did shout;

If you don't stop this misbehaving, you'll go to bed,

All this playing up, is giving me a pain in my head.




Three little monkeys, would play hide and seek,

When they heard a secret, they'd be a sticky beak;

Sometimes they'd run away, till their mother called them back,
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If you three keep playing up, you'll go to bed with a smack.



It reminds me of us children, when I was young growing up,

And mum told us to behave, we'd act like a naughty pup;

But! Most times I remember the great times we did play,

And when it was a holiday, we'd go somewhere to stay.



Yes! It wasn't all bad for those monkeys, those three,

And growing up, there were great times as well for me;

I thank my Mother, as I'm sure the monkeys do too,

Cause a mother can only take so much, oh yes! This is true.