And what if there are more chimps lurking, hairy mean and mad?
What if they've crept inside the house to hide amongst our toys?
Just waiting to turn good kids into naughty girls and boys?
Gran says as long as I behave I needn't be afraid,
My sister’s always been wild that’s what drew the monkey raid.
So I eat dinner nicely, don't leave a single pea,
In case a wicked monkey thinks of coming back for me!
Poem ©2015 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustration © 2015 Heather Kilgour