MONKEY BUSINESS

MONKEY BUSINESS A hunter stepped into a clearingFound monkeys playing oyoyoA family reunion to end a busy day Hum – hum – hum, ‘one tell one’The message of his presence went roundThey jumped on the trees and ran away The hunter, in exciting disappointmentStood there, crafted a dangerous monkey planMixed sugar with gin brewed locally, Ogogoro! And poured into a basin, these spirit elementsOf air, earth, fire and water, long distilledAnd tempted the monkeys to their follies Hum – hum – hum, they came back, curiousTo see a basin full of banana in sweet liquorWhich they devoured with inherited greed The hunter strolled in to greet their sprawlIn stupefied state, they made no attempt to runAs he packed and stuffed them up in cages When the spirit wore off and drunkenness goneIt dawned on them; freedom in the wild was lostThey have sold their ‘body and soul’ to the devil.