I made a monkey from a sock
So that I’d have what with to play.
With him I play ’most every day,
I so love playing with Macaque.
It’s fun, sometimes, to throw a rock
And break a neighbor’s window pane.
My Monkey-Friend must share the blame,
For I was playing with Macaque.
The other kids from down the block
Are jealous of my Monkey-Friend.
They each want one; the latest trend
Was spawned by me - me and Macaque.
I keep it under key and lock.
For what one loves, one must protect.
Without it, I would be a wreck,
I could not do without Macaque.
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