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She found him

Laying in the dirt

A mon key

Sending her the word

She thought it funny 

When she'd found him there

She carried him around

by his mon key ear

But then he was called

A voodoo doll

So she threw him in the dirt

With a light hand toss

She didn't want to 

think him bad

So she picked him up

From his landing bed

She sat him 

by a bush of sage

Facing out 

toward another stage

Now he watches 

out for us

As we recognise 

Mon key with love