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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.”


Author Unknown

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