Chimp-a-roo

Far through night, the moon shone bright.
Each star glued to the skies.
As the clock struck twelve, way past twilight.
A chimp sat down looking through its eyes.
It swung through the trees.
Going somewhere, not misled.
Flexing its knees.
Going straight ahead.
It landed on an open plain.
Baring its teeth.
It moved like a train.
It acted like the master, the chief
It climbed a rock.
It looked around, it must of knew.
It was the time for chimp-a-roo.