THREE MONKEYS AND A BABOON IN A TREE By Robert Hewett Sr.
THREE MONKEYS AND A BABOON IN A TREE
Robert Hewett Sr.
Three monkeys and a Baboon were in the same tree
They did not like being in the same tree, you see.
The Baboon yelled at them, he was not having fun.
You monkeys get out, you better be on the run.
You can’t sing like me, for I sing in harmony.
My friends won’t come here even for matrimony.
This is not your tree only, cried the Monkeys three,
God put it here for all of us to use for free.
It makes no difference if we don’t look like you,
Singing in a different tune is okay too.
This tree is plenty big enough for all of us.
So sing your song Baboon and quit making a fuss.
Go away monkeys, you don’t belong in my tree,
I will hunt and chase you from now to eternity.
You don’t belong around me in this tree at all.
I claim this tree as mine because it is so tall.
Out monkeys, this tree is my stairway to the moon.
I can sit in the top and with world commune.
You sound wrong to us Mr. Baboon, just like a Loon.
We can climb the rainbow to the top of the moon.
Come with us and talk to the man sitting up there.
You don’t look and sound the same as us, we don’t care.
Mr. ‘Boon sit with us on a limb and sing your song.
We will be the chorus and all can sing along.
A joyful noise will then echo through the forest.
Friendship and goodwill is what we all will harvest.
So the Baboon joined the monkeys in that tall tree,
Side by side on a big limb, happy as can be.
Keeping time in the breeze with the soft rustling leaves.
Gone away were the selfish hostile petty peeves,
They were happy howling at the moon, not in tune.
Three monkeys, a tree, a baboon and the pale moon.
The good man, in the full moon, shines bright all season.
No one is excluded by him for any reason.
Even the rainbow shows no preference at all.
Listen close and hear the Baboon and monkeys call.