From the time I was quite young I carried this poem in my wallet. It reminds me of man’s capacity for evil in contrast with all other lifeforms.
Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree
Discussing things as they’re said to be.
Said one to the other, “Now listen, you two,
There’s a certain rumor that can’t be true;
That man descended from our noble race;
The very idea is a disgrace.
No monkey 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 from one to another,
Till they scarcely know who is their mother.
And another thing you’ll never see;
A monkey build a fence ‘round a coconut tree
And let the coconuts go to waste,
Forbidding all other monks to taste.
Why, if I put a fence around a tree,
Starvation will force you to steal from me.
Here’s another thing a monk won’t do;
Go out at night and get on a stew;
Or use a gun or club or knife
To take some other monkey’s life.
Yes, man descended, the onery cuss;
But, brother, he didn’t descend from us.”