THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MONKEY

FOUND AND PICTURED
BY HY. MAYER

VERSES BY ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE

Where the light laughs in through the tree-tops

And sports with the tangled glade,

In the depths of an Afric forest

My earliest scenes were laid.

In a bower that was merry with smilax

From the grimace of no-where, I woke

I was born on the first day of April

And they called me a jungle joke.

And the voices of birds were about me—

And the beat and the flutter of wing;

While morning returned at the trumpet

Of Tusky, our elephant king.

My nurse was a crooning old beldame

Who gazed in the palms of my hands

And vowed I was destined to travel

In many and marvellous lands.

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