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 some other monkey's life.
"And another thing you'll never see, a
monkey build a fence 'round a coconut tree
and let the coconuts go to waste, forbidding all other monks a taste.
Why if I put a fence around this tree, starvation would force you to steal
from me.
Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss, “but
brother he didn't descend from us”
Anon.