Where monkeys of every size and age
Were using hands and feet and lungs
And saying good-morning in a thousand tongues.
TEDDY-B made them promise they’d be good
(At least that’s what he understood)
If he’d open the cage and let them out
And give them an hour to run about.
“We have,” said he, “some pie and cake
Which TEDDY-G will undertake
To serve out free in an hour or two