Three Monkeys.       

 

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree, discussing things as they're said to be.

Said one to the others, "Now listen, you two, There's a certain rumour that can't be true.


That man descends from our noble race; the very idea is a shocking disgrace.
 
No monkey ever deserted his wife, or starved her babies, and ruined her life,

and you've never known a mother monk, to leave her babies with others to bunk,

or pass them on, from one to another, till they scarcely know, who is their mother.
 
Here's another thing a monk won't do, go out at night and get in a stew,

or use a gun, or club, or knife, to take away some other monkey's life.

Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss, “but brother he didn't descend
from us”
 
                               By Michael Johnson.

 

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