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.

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