Three Monkeys, A Tree, A Baboon and the Moon
Three monkeys and a Baboon were in the same tree
You monkeys GET OUT GET OUT, I want only me.
This is not your tree only, cried the Monkeys three,
God put it here for all of us to use for free.
This tree is plenty big enough for all of us.
So sing your song Baboon and quit making a fuss.
Go away monkeys, you don’t belong in my tree,
I will hunt and chase you from now to eternity.
You sound wrong to us Mr. Baboon, just like a Loon.
We can climb the rainbow to the top of the moon.
Come with us and talk to the man sitting up there.
You don’t look and sound the same as us, we don’t care.
A joyful noise will then echo through the forest.
Friendship and goodwill is what we all will harvest.
So the Baboon joined the monkeys in that tall tree,
Side by side on a big limb, happy as can be.
The good man, in the full moon, shines bright all season.
No one is excluded by him for any reason.
Even the rainbow shows no preference at all.
Please listen and hear the Baboon and monkeys call.
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S. Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"