Letra de Macaque

There's a philosopher I once met
He showed me many things
He told me things of the world
His face was unusual-
But it could tell a story-- with rich
Detail...in rich detail

Sometimes eating
Sometimes eyes closed
There was always that face
And it's knowledge of things
He never spoke--
He needed not to
He needed not to

He sits in a zoo in North America
Has no other in his habitat
He's originally from west Africa
West Africa
West Africa
West Africa