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Marcel the Monkey

  • Writer: Bela Böcek
    Bela Böcek
  • Aug 31
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 31

So I told my mother

That us ballet dancers

Know that the capuchin

Seen while channel surfing

Hides this gruesome detail:


The sly organ grinder

Was one ballet dancer's

Who with his paper-knife

Sliced his own breathing-fife

And to guess why, we failed.

 
 
 

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