On, shall I e'er forget?
Not much. No, risk no bet
          When the ape
Broke through his iron cage,
Put the keepers in a rage,
          Made escape.

The people gurgled, ran
Away, and then began
          The mad pace.
My! 'twas great fun indeed
To see the monkey lead
          Such a chase.

The large bird in the zoo,
The famous ostrich flew.
          How it jars
The nervous people when
It claws, like some mad hen,
          At the bars.

The ape got in the street,
And then away it beat.
          Thump it, sock it.
It's hiding in a thicket.
Just grab it, hustle, kick it,
          Snap a rocket.

One keeper, Yang a lang,
The swiftest of the gang,
          Made a clinch,
Got the monkey by the nap
Of his neck, oh what a snap,
          What a cinch!

The table soon was turned.
Jehovah! I'll be durned,
Poor, poor Rube!
The monkey bit quite through
His thumb; he got his due,
          Simple boob!

The ape was also hurt,
His jugular red did spurt.
          Let us weep.
The monkey died that night,
His grave the pigs' delight—
          The ash heap.

Oh, can we e'er forget
          The fuzzy little pet,
          Ugly, quaint?
You may laugh and you may shrug,
          And may think I have a bug,
          But I ain't.

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