Monkeys spinning monkeys, round the jungle vine,
Banana sun is dripping, time’s a twisted line;
Tail to tail we tumble through the bongo-beaten air,
Silver-eyed and giggling, gravity’s a dare.
Drumskin moon is thumping, shadows start to chase;
Every spin unravels all the hours that we waste.
Faster, laugh louder—let the forest blur to gold,
In the whirl of fur and thunder, we’re forever never old.