Wise old monkey, tell me more
Of the monkey tree.
Wise old monkey, share your lore
With hairless apes like me.
“Those up high gaze down” she spoke
“To see the smiling souls,
Those below gaze up with hope,
But only see arseholes.”
This much I’d heard, it was well known
But wise old was not yet finished
She continued her tale in hushed tone,
Her words were not diminished.
“Monkeys can swing from limb to limb
They can hang face down
Each monkey moves with a whim
And faces can frown,
Up high or below is just the start
All monkeys are able
To behave with choice of heart,
Here ends my fable.”