There’s this old grandpa dressed in
a monkey suit, who wants to be known as grandpa monkey.
But you’re a wrinkly old man with nasty
genitals, says one of his descendants.
I have evolved, says the grandpa, Besides,
I’ve fallen in
love with a monkey maiden.
But you’re too old to be in love.
I am not. I plan to live in a jungle with
my monkey bride, and build a nest high in the trees and have
love with her.
But you’re too old to have love.
I am not. We plan to have love until the
trees are filled with monkey children.
But you’re just a wrinkly old man with
nasty genitals wearing a monkey suit.
I am not. I’m a monkey who dressed
himself in a monkey suit.
And with that he took off his monkey
suit, and showed them
that there was a monkey under his monkey suit.
Congratulations, you wrinkly old man with
nasty genitals, you’re a monkey!
Little did they know that the monkey under the first monkey suit
was yet another monkey suit, and that under that was the same wrinkly
old man with nasty genitals. . . .