there’s nothing sadder than a monkey

who’s grown pudgy, blown up chunky,

and become a Mars Bar junkie

just cause we’re genetically entwined

makes it neither right nor kind

to give them a bootilicious behind

 when swinger’s branches threaten break

and under foot the earth it quakes

it’s then too late to lay off the cakes

when dealing with our friends furry

remember no ice cream or curry

no panicked food drop and scurry