I took a classical nursery rhyme and adapt it to Ray Bradbury’s style based on a book I recently read, Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451.

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Five little monkeys jumping on the bed

One fell off and the ground turned red

One, two, three, four drops of blood fall

Slithering and snaking down the hall

When the sun shone again Mama said:

“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

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Four little monkeys jumping on the bed

Another fell off and the ground turned red

“Blood on their hands” Shakespeare said

Falling in the dark night, already dead

When the moon died once more Mama said:

“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

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Three little monkeys jumping on the bed

Another fell off and the ground turned red

Inky blood falling off a burning book’s pages

Innocence lost at such young ages

When the sun and moon switched roles Mama said:

“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

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Two little monkeys jumping on the bed

Another fell off and the ground turned red

Pooling on the ground like crimson paint off a rose

Splattering out skull like from a hose

When the moon fell asleep Mama said:

“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

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One little monkey jumping on the bed

He fell off and the ground turned red

Dripping, splattering, leaking, falling

If he had listened to mom he wouldn’t be dying

When the sun yawned and spread her bright rays:

“They never listen, and now they will pay”

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Five little monkeys jumping on spikes

Screaming and screeching and calling in fright

The Dark One watches in unholy glee

They will now suffer, for eternity