'Tis
in Fun
by Denny Lancaster
Wille
had a purple monkey climbing on a yellow stick,
And when he sucked the paint all off it made him deathly sick;
And in his latest hours he clasped that monkey in his hand,
And bade good-bye to earth and went into a better land.
Oh!
no more he'll shoot his sister with his little wooden gun;
And no more he'll twist the pussy's tail and make her yowl,
for fun.
The pussy's tail now stands out straight; the gun is laid
aside;
The monkey doesn't jump around since little Willie died.
Dear
writer on your painted pencil in you mouth do not suck,
for you like Willie may perhaps run out of luck,
just release those pleasent cheers in your mind which are
stuck,
then run around Rhonda and Lupe cheering, like you have run
amuck!
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