Two happy monkeys

I'm hanging by his hand on a trapeze

And he's my only safety net

He'll kid around and leave the hand

Because he doesn't know it yet

It's the lingering of his fingers

That strikes me as I slip

I'm falling and I notice that

He too is losing grip

I’m wonder how fast we land

And if we’ll live enough to hurt

I hate to think of his happy eyes

Lying lifeless in the dirt

If I was on the trapeze instead

I’d have never dropped him at all

So I’ll land up dead right under him

And hope I break his fall.