A monkey stole a motorbike;
He steered it down the street
Not thinking that a ten ton truck’d be
The first thing that he’d meet.
This monkey learned his lesson:
He found out what it takes
To avoid an awful accident
If you're not aware of brakes.
He just gave a yell and whistled
There was a dreadful bump;
As he fell off in the thistles
The chimp sure felt a chump!
As he settled in the nettles
With thorns and stings and pricks,
This monkey's mind was settled
To reduce his monkey tricks.
And as he rues his bruises
On his nose and knobbly knees,
He will do his monkey business
Not on motorbikes, but trees.
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