On safari out in Africa,
When I was just a child,
We shot a monkey every day;
It used to drive them wild.
“May I shoot a monkey?”
Was what everybody said.
One couldn’t find another
Who did not want monkeys dead.
But when one shoots a monkey
One should really comprehend:
That monkeys don’t like being shot,
It drives them ’round the bend.
So, after several months of
Shooting monkeys every day,
We realised quite suddenly
We’d blown the lot away.
Far and wide we searched for some,
But, alas, all were dead.
And we didn’t have a thing to do
So we shot frogs instead.
