There are monkeys in my orange trees throwing banana peels at chickens tied to strings.

It’s quite a site to see, these monkeys staring back at me.

One monkey, two monkey, three monkey, four, all outside my back door.

One rang the bell and then hid behind a tree.

It was the last time those monkeys fucked with me.

One monkey, two monkey, three monkey, four, all lie dead and are no more.