Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wind-up Monkey Dance

There's a big commotion
About a monkey motion
It's not a locomotion
But you might get the notion
To do the monkey dance
You need no PHD
So take it for a spin
Grab that wind-up key
Wind the one in front
In turn your key will spin
You'll be waltzing
With invisible violins

The key is turning wildly
In the wind-up monkey's back
With that little drum a pounding
You're sounding the attack
A little fuzzy wind-up toy
A buzzing out the blues
So happy
That you've found some one
To tell your troubles to

It's the wacky way to unwind
Do the Wind-up Monkey Dance
You don't have to go to France
To do the Wind-up Monkey Dance

The key is wound up tightly
So you think that it's a knife
And you wind up just unwinding
The story of your life
With frazzled song and dance
You do the same old part
Behind your back the hole reveals
A big ole broken heart

Take a step to the right
And make a monkey pose
Take a step to the left
And tumble to your toes
You get the swing of it
And you're out of NRG
There's a key
Behind each monkey
Wind the one in front
In turn your key will spin
You'll be waltzing
With invisible violins

The family tree was shaken
And no monkey dropped on you
So you pound upon your rib cage
Like that Ape Man used to do
You fix that busted drum
And tone down your kazoo
Or else nobody's ever going
To want to waltz with you

© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers

The Wind-up Monkey Story

Once upon a time in a little forest cottage there lived a Wind-up Monkey and a music box Figure Skater, side by side on top of a dresser.The monkey was loud, obstreperous and would often bang his drums like an ape in the jungle. The Figure Skater would proudly pirouette on her mirror of ice whenever the lid of the music box was opened.

Over and over again the Wind-up Monkey would tell and retell the story of his life. "Once I was displayed in a toy store window," the monkey went on, "And saw all kinds of wonderful things. Then I was purchased and the little girl played with me for only an hour."

Every time the monkey told that same old story the Figure Skater would cast her eyes to the ceiling. "Why do I have to share this space with a big baboon." The Figure Skater considered herself refined, and was never concerned with the other toys. The Wind-up Monkey, on the other hand was always concerned about others, in spite of being such a loud, obnoxious character. He wanted to be friends with the twirling figurine, but the more he tried, the more she shied away.

One day the little girl came into the room with a jelly sandwich and wound up the Figure Skater to hear the pretty song. She wasn't supposed to eat outside of the dining room, but her mother was talking so long on the phone. A big gob of jelly fell right on top of the Figure Skater's little head. The little girl did not notice the nasty gob of jelly and went out shopping with her mother.

That day, the window above the dresser was left open and a slight breeze moved the lace curtains. Suddenly a raccoon poked his head in the window and sniffed the air. He was looking for something to eat. He grabbed the Figure Skater in his paw, and was about to bite the her head off. At that very instant the Wind-up Monkey started beating his drums and startled the raccoon. The raccoon dropped the Figure Skater doll and bolted out the window.

The Figure Skating figurine was grateful to the Wind-up Monkey for saving her life. They became good friends. Just by showing a little interest in the Monkey the Figure Skater found that he would stop banging his drums all the time. And from that time on when he did bang his drums they sounded ever so sweetly.

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