When I wake up, the sun shines bright, And Monkey’s there—my morning delight! “Good morning, Monkey!” I squeeze him tight. He grins at me, my snuggle knight.

Monkey’s my buddy, my partner in play. We laugh, we dream, we plan our day! “What should we do, Monkey?” I say. He’s ready for fun in every way.

The rug’s a jungle, green and wide. “Hold my hand, Monkey, stay by my side!” We swing through trees and leap so high. “Look out! A crocodile!” I cry.

By afternoon, we’re pirates bold, Sailing seas of blankets rolled. “Treasure ahead!” I shout with glee. Monkey steers us across the sea!

When it rains, we build a fort, A cozy, secret blanket sort. “No grown-ups allowed!” I say with pride. Monkey nods—it’s safe inside.

When I’m sad, he’s always near. He hugs me tight and wipes my tears. “You’re the best,” I say, feeling okay. Monkey makes the clouds go away.

At night, we look at the stars so far. “Do you think there’s a Monkey Star?” Monkey tilts his head just so, As if to say, “Of course, you know!”

I tell him secrets, big and small. “Do you love me, Monkey, most of all?” He hugs me close and holds me tight, Filling my heart with love and light.

“Monkey’s not real,” Mommy might say. But I know better—he’s real my way. She smiles and tucks us safe in bed. “You’re lucky to have him,” she said.

As I dream, we swing and soar, Through jungles, seas, and so much more. “I love you, Monkey,” I softly coo. And in his hug, I feel it, too.

Morning comes, soft and bright, Monkey’s here—my heart feels light.

With a hug, we start the day, Best friends forever, come what may.