One, Two, Three Little Monkeys

One little monkey jumping on the bed
He fell off and bumped his head
On the floor his skin did shed
One little monkey filled with dread
Mama called the doctor, the doctor said
"Do it again and you'll be dead!"

Two little monkeys eating moldy bread
They got sick and hurting was their head
Their whole hearts felt like lead
Two little monkeys filled with dread
Mama called the doctor, the doctor said
"Eat it again and you'll be dead!"

Three little monkeys smoking that weed
They were all just filled with greed
They began to fight and skin they shed
They began to bite and blood they bled
Mama called the doctor, the doctor said
"Too late miss, all three are dead!"