Ode to a Nightingale

Monkey

See the monkeys in the trees
How shamelessly they scratch their fleas
They scoff the fruit and lick their lips
And carelessly spit out the pips

See the monkeys in the trees
They don't use a hanky when they sneeze
And never wash like me and you
And even make love in full view

See the monkeys in the trees
None of them ever get degrees
It's no surprise they don't get far
They can't even learn to drive a car

See the monkeys in the trees
Stretching and lounging in sun and breeze
I'm sure they wish that they could be
A little more like you and me.