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The Boon of Discontent
Once an anthropoidal ape,
Hairy, savage, strange of shape,
On a day that was excessively B.C.,
In a forest damp and dim,
With his tail around a limb,
Hung head downward from a neolithic tree;
And appeared to be lost in gloomy introspection.
In his dull, primeval style
He considered quite a while—
A comparatively thoughtful ape was he—
Then he drummed upon his chest,
And remarked: "I give it best!
Strike me lucky! This 'ere game's no good to me!
And I'm full up of the whole damn business!"
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