LITTLE BLACK MONKEY.
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Little black Monkey sat up in a tree, Little black Monkey he grinned at me; He put out his paw for a cocoanut, And he dropped it down on my occiput.
The occiput is a part, you know, Of the head which does on my shoulders grow; And it's very unpleasant to have it hit, Especially when there's no hair on it. I took up my gun, and I said, "Now, why, Little black Monkey, should you not die? I'll hit you soon in a vital part! It may be your head, or it may be your heart."
I steadied my gun, and I aimed it true; The trigger it snapped and the bullet it flew; But just where it went to I cannot tell, For I never could find where that bullet fell. Little black Monkey still sat in the tree, And placidly, wickedly grinned at me. I took up my gun and I walked away, And postponed his death till another day.