Where have those three monkeys gone
Who didn't see, hear or speak that's a bad one
Finger prints unveil dark covers
Nasty crimes even in school towers
Grown so much is Science that clears!
Freedom of speech or to voice one feels
Reached its heights and matured, it is blown
Whispers in ecstasy heard in many a dimension
Even in stables, raised by those in fusion!
The knowledge by hearing, has gone so high
That all could hear those dirty tales and enjoy
And the places are those meant only to study!
Things to ponder or wonder
Of the ages or status, here
I'm about to cry, with a request
Would you find those monkeys lost!
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