Here we sit in a branchy row, Thinking of beautiful things we know; Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do, All complete, in a minute or two⁠— Something noble and grand and good, Won by merely wishing we could. Now we’re going to⁠—never mind, Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

All the talk we ever have heard Uttered by bat or beast or bird⁠— Hide or fin or scale or feather⁠— Jabber it quickly and all together! Excellent! Wonderful! Once again! Now we are talking just like men. Let’s pretend we are⁠ ⁠… never mind, Brother, thy tail hangs down behind! This is the way of the Monkey-kind.