If you could hang from an old oak tree
using your tail with hands carefree
to hold a banana or other sweet fruit
visitors would think you’re kinda cute
They would gather to ooh and aah
talking to you with a blah, blah, blah
keeping you in an open cage
sending you into a daily rage
as they gather ‘round to stare
while you slip into deep despair
you wouldn’t like it not at all
they would laugh if you should fall
but if you start to hurl
objects at a boy or girl
they would think you’re kinda rotten
and in a little while you’d be forgotten
the crowds would diminish over time
soon your cage would bear a sign
to warn onlookers of your sour moods
empty spaces were crowds once stood
You might discover it's a perfect fit
you can choose any place to sit
in plain sight at the local zoo
where no one watches everything you do.
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