Chit chatter, whoop, screech,
We come in a group, hanging on trees,
Dancing and jumping on branches together,
Babies holding onto their mothers,
“Naughty little troop” is our name,
We love playing so many games.
Brown round bodies, hands and feet,
A long winding tail; bananas we eat,
We love each other and live in a pack,
Just like you, we also laugh,
So, now do you know, “Who am I?”
Think a little while and give a try.
(Few lines and new rhymes for the kids to enjoy.)
Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
We come in a group, hanging on trees,
Dancing and jumping on branches together,
Babies holding onto their mothers,
“Naughty little troop” is our name,
We love playing so many games.
Brown round bodies, hands and feet,
A long winding tail; bananas we eat,
We love each other and live in a pack,
Just like you, we also laugh,
So, now do you know, “Who am I?”
Think a little while and give a try.
(Few lines and new rhymes for the kids to enjoy.)
Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)