10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0. Then what?

Bouncing up and down,
This is where we belong.
Pure Innocence Laughter

10 little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Momma came in and the doctor said,
No more little monkeys jumping on the bed.

We all know that this doesn't happen.
Soon their are 8 little monkeys,
Then seven.

The clouds surrounding turn hard,
The white purity turns murderouse and red.
Young turns to old,
Smiles to tears.

And then there was one monkey jumping on the bed,
watching his friends bleeding and dying on the floor surrounding him,
turning his white clouds red.

Why did this happen?
Why didn't I listen?
Why do I deserve this treatment?

And then there were no little monkeys jumping on the bed.