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.


 
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