Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree
Discussing things as they are said to be
Said one to the others, "Now listen, you two,
Thereís a rumor around that canít be true
That man descended from our noble race
The very idea is a great disgrace."
"No monkey has ever deserted his wife
Starved her babies and ruined her life
And youíve never known a mother monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk
Or pass from one on to another
Till they scarcely knew who is their mother."
"Hereís another thing a monkey wonít do
Go out at night and get in a stew
Or use a gun or club or knife
To take some other monkeyís life
Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss
But, brother, he didnít descend from us."