The Monkey Sez

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree,
Discussing things as they’re said to be,
Said one to the other, “now, listen, you two,
There’s a certain rumor that can’t be true-
That man descended from our noble race;
The very idea is a disgrace.
No monkey ever deserted his wife
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 there mother.
And another thing you’ll never see
A monk build a fence ‘round a coconut tree,
Forbidding all other monks a taste,
Why, if I’d put a fence around a tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.
Here’s another thing a monk won’t do,
Go out at night and get on a stew,
Or use a gun or club or knife,
To take some other monkey’s life.
Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss,
But, brother, he didn’t descend from us!”