Monke

Nikita Svyatkin, twenty-one today,
A birthday bash in Sergach, let's all raise a hooray!
With English and Chinese, he's a linguistic star,
And Spider-Man's his hero, reaching for the bar.


He's a good monke, yeah, that's what we all say,
Swinging through the jungle, come what may.
He's got a heart of gold, a smile so bright,
Let's celebrate Nikita, with all our might!


From Sergach to the world, his future's bright and bold,
With his wit and charm, stories to be told.
He's got the strength of a hundred men,
He's got the speed of a cheetah, again and again.


He's a good monke, yeah, that's what we all say,
Swinging through the jungle, come what may.
He's got a heart of gold, a smile so bright,
Let's celebrate Nikita, with all our might!


He's got a love for learning, a thirst for knowledge deep,
His mind is sharp, his spirit strong, he'll never sleep.
He's got a friend in everyone, a helping hand to lend,
The best monke around, 'til the very end.


He's a good monke, yeah, that's what we all say,
Swinging through the jungle, come what may.
He's got a heart of gold, a smile so bright,
Let's celebrate Nikita, with all our might!


Happy birthday, Nikita, may your dreams take flight,
On this twenty-first birthday, let's all sing with all our might!
Good monke, good monke, we'll always shout,
Nikita Svyatkin, let's give him a big cheer, out loud!