This poem is of monkeys
Not monkeys in trees
Not of one monkeys
Not monkeys that are two,
This is a poem of monkeys
That are threes.
Number one monkey, sits not in a tree,
One hand each, covering an ear.
Covered so, no evil he shall hear.
Monkey number two, in the middle sits,
No hands are free, each covers an eye,
Covered so, no evil he shall see.
Monkey number three, last but not least,
Strong of the weak, two hands cover his mouth,
Covered so, no evil he shall speak.
So if you sit like monkeys three,
sit and do not stray, with arms crossed,
No evil shall come your way.
Stephen Matthews November 17, 1993