Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree,
Discussing things as they’re said to be.
Said one to the others, Now listen, you two,
There’s a certain rumor that can’t be true;
That humans descended from our noble race,
The very idea is a shocking disgrace
No monkey has ever deserted his wife,
Starved her babies and ruined her life.
And you’ve never known a mother monk,
To leave her babies with others to bunk,
Or pass them on from one on to another,
Till they scarcely know who is their mother.
And another thing you’ll never see;
A monk build a fence ’round a coconut tree,
And let the coconuts all go to waste,
Forbidding any other monks to taste,
Why, if I put a fence around a tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.
Here’s another thing a monkey won’t do;
Go out at night and get on a stew.
Making whoopee, disgracing his life,
Then reel madly home, and beat up his wife,
They call this all pleasure and make a big fuss,
They’ve descended from something but not
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My Mother gave this to her 10 children more than 50 years ago. Although, I could never find it until one day my brother, age 75, when asked about it, said, “yes, I have it in my wallet.” He had been a member of U.S. Marine Corps and carried it through his journey in the 50’s. Always had it with him and still does.