The MONKEY POEM

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Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree,
Discussing some things that are said to be;
Said one to the others,"Now listen you two,
There's a rumour that certainly cannot be true-
That man descended from our noble race,
The very idea is a total disgrace!"
"Another thing you would never see ,
Is a monkey build a fence round his coconut tree,
Forbidding all other monkeys from taking,
For then they would all become thieves in the making !
If I were to put a fence round my tree,
Starvation would force them to steal from me!"
"Here's another thing a monkey won't do;
Go out late at night and get in a stew ,
Using a gun,a club or a knife,
To take some other monkey's life!
Yes,man descended!-the ornery cuss;
But,brothers-he didn't descend from us!"

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