Many stories I’ve heard from men,
Of where we originated.
But none was so interesting
As the one told by a monkey:
I’m better than men, it said.
I take care of my kids.
I ain’t like some crazy teens,
Dumping babies in bins.
Many men with lots of fruits
Would rather they go to rot;
Even if little boys beg till morn'
For a bite to soothe their guts.
I once strolled past a school,
Wedged myself beneath a stool,
To listen to the latest follies,
That catch human fancies.
Ape begat man, the teacher said.
Evolution it's called, he further expressed.
Briskly I shook my hairy head,
And in fury stamped my stubby feet.
For I know so well,We’re way different from men.