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 The Ape And I by Robert William Service 
						Said a monkey unto me:"How I'm glad I am not you!
 See, I swing from tree to tree,
 Something that you cannot do.
 In gay greenery I drown;
 Swift to skyey hights I scale:
 As you watch me hang head down
 Don't you wish you had a tail?
 
 "Don't you wish that you could wear
 In the place of stuffy clothes,
 Just a silky coat of hair,
 Never shoes to cramp your toes?
 Never need to toil for bread,
 Round you nuts and fruit and spice;
 And with palm tuft for a bed
 Happily to crack your lice?"
 
 Said I: "You are right, maybe:
 Witting naught of wordly woe,
 Gloriously you are free,
 And of death you nothing know.
 Envying your monkey mind,
 Innocent of blight and bale,
 As I touch my bald behind
 How I wish I had a tail!"
 
 So in toils of trouble caught,
 Oft I wonder with a sigh
 If that blue-bummed ape is not
 Happier than I?
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