| I was there on the day the monkey came into this world
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| His face was round and reddish and his hair was slightly curled
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| He didn’t look too different from the others I had seen
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| Who’d-a-thought he was the answer to the nation’s dream?
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| At first he didn’t seem to be intelligent at all
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| Each time he’d start to walk about he’d stumble and he’d fall
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| My first impression was to be a most mistaken thought
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| Lord a’mighty, what’s this little hairy monkey wrought?
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| Because I witnessed his departure from his mother’s womb
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| I felt inclined to check his progress every afternoon
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| One day the keeper of the zoo called in the live TV
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| Frankly said, «I think you’ll be amazed at what you see»
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| The monkey walked and talked and waved his arms about his head
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| In the corner was the stack of books that he had read
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| «An Educated Monkey!», said the papers 'cross the land
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| It was more than weary sociologists could stand
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| Oh, his fame was universal, he was on the Carson show
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| People talked about him kindly everywhere he’d go
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| His insight was amazing, his philosophy was fair
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| He became a politician welcome everywhere
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| His wit was not to be compared with any mind intact
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| He’d lace a phrase with irony and blend it all with fact
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| Conservatives applauded and the liberals were entranced
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| The bigots and the integrationists were in his camp
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| Nobody dared to meet him in an open press debate
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| He was nominated by the folks from every state
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| Yes, a monkey was the President, though maybe not the first
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| And there was peace and harmony throughout the universe
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| The dream I had last night has been related as it came
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| As for interpretation, well, it’s really very plain
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| Would you rather have a monkey up in Washington, D. C
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| Or have those people making monkeys out of you and me? |