In the jungle once lived there a monkey king.
Who watched smilingly his troops a-swing.
When it struck him, right in his head
A tender coconut, from the palm overhead.
Now besides the throbbing bump that had swelled
As his bruised head he very gingerly held
In between bouts of severe aching pain
He felt this white light flash again and again.
And then though he was so very distraught
He recognized it, though unfamiliar, as THOUGHT …..
Trying to decide how to deal with it best
He got down to introspecting his unusual guest.
With a hint of wonder and a touch of suspicion
He chose to make no hasty decision
He rolled and he toyed and he mulled over it
Until he felt he had the hang of it .
As he reached out to grab and get the feel of it
Into tiny little fragments the THOUGHT did split
Of …“You will rule the world as Mankind “
Only an indecipherable jumble was left behind.
The ill-fated thought like the lump on his head
Had soon subsided to give way instead
To his wanting to be the leader of his simian group
Obeyed and venerated by this almost human troop.
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