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The chimp and the monkey Were fighting rather funky About who was the greater ape. Along came a killer A monstrous gorilla And left both their mouths agape. Then a talented gibbon Wearing a blue ribbon Played a fine hurdy-gurdy. A local photographer Insisted he recorded her When he said “Watch the birdie!” Monkey see, monkey do Is a childish kind of game; Like one-upsmanship and chicken And going to prison, It often turns out the same. Hello, wake up and smell the smoke You’re burning down your future. Your school-ground behavior Has gone rancid in flavor; You boys need to pull yourselves together. In their pugilistic oblivion The warring simians Might have fought until perdition. Had not their mates protested Their battle got arrested Due to their marital conditions. You see, even dumb creatures Understand the features And benefits of a nice residence. What a sad kind of animal Makes his home life pitiful By setting a warlike precedence? Monkey see, monkey do Is a childish kind of game; Like one-upsmanship and chicken And going to prison, It often turns out the same. Hello, wake up and smell the smoke You’re burning down your future. Your school-ground behavior Has gone rancid in flavor; You boys need to pull yourselves together.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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The chimp and the monkey Were fighting rather funky About who was the greater ape. Along came a killer A monstrous gorilla And left both their mouths agape. Then a talented gibbon Wearing a blue ribbon Played a fine hurdy-gurdy. A local photographer Insisted he recorded her When he said “Watch the birdie!” Monkey see, monkey do Is a childish kind of game; Like one-upsmanship and chicken And going to prison, It often turns out the same. Hello, wake up and smell the smoke You’re burning down your future. Your school-ground behavior Has gone rancid in flavor; You boys need to pull yourselves together. In their pugilistic oblivion The warring simians Might have fought until perdition. Had not their mates protested Their battle got arrested Due to their marital conditions. You see, even dumb creatures Understand the features And benefits of a nice residence. What a sad kind of animal Makes his home life pitiful By setting a warlike precedence? Monkey see, monkey do Is a childish kind of game; Like one-upsmanship and chicken And going to prison, It often turns out the same. Hello, wake up and smell the smoke You’re burning down your future. Your school-ground behavior Has gone rancid in flavor; You boys need to pull yourselves together.
brent-kincaid
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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