Three monkeys sat on a coconut tree,
discussing things as they're said to be,
Said one to the other
Now listen you two
There's a certain rumour
that can't be true,
that man descended from our noble race,
The very idea is sure to disgrace.
No monkey ever deserted his wife,
starved her babies and ruined her life.
And you've never known another monk,
to leave her babies with others to bunk
or pass them on from one to another.
And another thing you will never see,
a monk build a fence around a coconut tree,
and let the coconuts go to waste,
forbidding all other monks to taste.
Why, if I put a fence around this tree,
starvation would force you to steal from me.
And here's something else 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 - ornery cuss -
But, brother, he didn't descend from us.

@(*.*)@ *S*