The boy monkeys hit the girl monkeys

The boy monkeys hit the girl monkeys
(says Ruby)
and mostly when I say
Tidy up! Tidy up!

the poor girls
get to tidy up, tidy up
and they get two stickers and a stamp
and something to eat.

But not the boy monkeys.
We both have to face the boy monkeys
and say,

You won't get two stickers
and a stamp
in the middle of the book.

Not the boys.
Just the girls.