A giraffe, a pelican,
even a monkey too
wanted their own business;
not a more unlikely crew.
Cleaning windows up so high
easy for giraffe
with that neck to the sky;
pelican opened wide for the pay.
But none seemed more fitted
than the monkey who spitted;
and created the work along the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem