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.