From Monkey to Man

Three monkeys sat on a coconut tree.
Hanging around if you know what I mean.
Said one of these monkeys, now listen you two:
There are certain rumours that just can't be true.
That man had descended from our noble race.
Now the very idea is a total disgrace.

Brothers there are some things monkeys won't
do: Listen a while and I'll tell you it's true.
A monkey would never go beating his wife.
Starving her children or ruining their lives.
And who ever heard of a mother monkey,
leaving her children alone and in need?

Would a monkey for gain or pure selfish greed,
build a tall fence round a coconut tree?
Sit and watch as the fruits of the God's go to
waste, not giving his brothers one single taste.
If I'd built a fence surely, it's plain to see,
starvation would soon see you stealing from me.

Another thing, friends, that a monkey won't do.
Is go out at night and get in a stew.
Or use a gun or a bomb or a knife,
To take another poor monkey's life.
Yes, man had descended that confounded
curse, but brothers he did not descend from us.