Befungle

In the deep, deep jungle,
There lived a monkey named Befungle.
He loved to watch the planes up so high
And thought, �One day, it�ll be me in that sky.�
None of the other monkeys believed he could do it.
In fact, they laughed, jeered, squealed, and spit.
Befungle�s feelings were hurt,
So he talked to a counselor named Big Bert.
Big Bert told him to ignore the others and follow his heart,
So with that, Befungle got ready to start.
He went into the jungle to gather supplies,
And kept his work hidden from curious eyes.
Finally, after working long and hard,
Befungle let down his guard.
He emerged from the treehouse with his flying machine.
Then all the monkeys gaped in shock at what they�d seen.
�Could this really work?� the monkeys wondered.
They would all find out before it thundered.
Befungle climbed to the top of the tallest tree
And yelled, �Now I�ll be free
To soar in the skies like a bird.
No longer will the others think I am absurd!�
So he strapped on the machine and leaped off the limb.
The crowd saw him soar, but then the sky began to dim.
The thunder sounded and everyone cheered,
But suddenly, they stopped; somehow Befungle had disappeared!
That was the last they saw of Befungle.
Some say he flew off to another jungle.
But no one knows what happened to the one and only,
Great and wonderful, incredible, flying monkey.

I had to illustrate one of the poems for this project last year, so... theres the perdy drawing!