What a pleasant race they were,
And it seems most true that I and you
Are derived from an apish pair.
They all had nails, and some had tails
And some—no “accounts in arrear,”
They climbed up the trees, and they scratched out the—these
Of course I will not mention here.
They slept in a wood, or wherever they could,
For they didn’t know how to make beds
They hadn’t got huts, they dined upon nuts,