The Monkey
by Cosmic X
Bring up the monkey,
Give him a bath,
Dress him up funky,
Have a good laugh.
He smiles a nice smile,
He swings and sings,
He's got good style,
And says wonderful things.
Worship the monkey,
Bow down on your knees,
Give him a hug,
And he'll give you the fleas.
You scratch and itch,
You go out of your head,
You believed every pitch,
That the monkey said.
But remember my friend,
He was your creation,
And that in the end,
Is the state of the nation.
A Jew's view from the capital of Israel and the future site of the Third Temple, may it speedily be rebuilt.
No comments:
Post a Comment