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The Monkey and the Lion Got to talking one day. Monkey looked down and said, Lion, I hear you’s king in every way. But I know someone Who do not think that is true— He told me he could whip The living daylights out of you. Lion said, Who? Monkey said, Lion, He talked about your mama And talked about your grandma, too, And I’m too polite to tell you What he said about you. Lion said, Who said what? Who? Monkey in the tree, Lion on the ground. Monkey kept on signifying But he didn’t come down. Monkey said, His name is Elephant— He stone sure not your friend. Lion said, He don’t need to be Because today will be his end. Lion took off through the jungle Lickity-split, Meaning to grab Elephant And tear him bit by bit. Period! He come across Elephant copping a righteous nod Under a fine cool shady tree. Lion said, You big old no-good so-and-so, It’s either you or me. Lion let out a solid roar And bopped Elephant with his paw. Elephant just took his trunk And busted old Lion’s jaw. Lion let out another roar, Reared up six feet tall. Elephant just kicked him in the belly And laughed to see him drop and fall. Lion rolled over, Copped Elephant by the throat. Elephant just shook him loose And butted him like a goat, Then he tromped him and he stomped him Till the Lion yelled, Oh, no! And it was near-night sunset When Elephant let Lion go. The signifying Monkey Was still setting in his tree When he looked down and saw the Lion. Said, Why, Lion, who can that there be? Lion said, It’s me. Monkey rapped, Why, Lion, You look more dead than alive! Lion said, Monkey, I don’t want To hear your jive-end jive. Monkey just kept on signifying, Lion, you for sure caught hell— Mister Elephant’s done whipped you To a fare-thee-well! Why, Lion, you look like to me You been to the precinct station And had the third degree, Else you look like You been high on gage And done got caught In a monkey cage! You ain’t no king to me. Facts, I don’t think that you Can even as much as roar— And if you try I’m liable To come down out of this tree and Whip your tail some more. The Monkey started laughing And jumping up and down. But he jumped so hard the limb broke And he landed—bam!—on the ground. When he went to run, his foot slipped And he fell flat down. Grrr-rrr-rr-r! The Lion was on him With his front feet and his hind. Monkey hollered, Ow! I didn’t mean it, Mister Lion! Lion said, You little flea-bag you! Why I’ll eat you up alive. I wouldn’t a-been in this fix a-tall Wasn’t for your signifying jive. Please, said Monkey, Mister Lion, If you’ll just let me go, I got something to tell you, please, I think you ought to know. Lion let the Monkey loose To see what his tale could be— And Monkey jumped right back on up Into his tree. What I was gonna tell you, said Monkey, Is you square old so-and-so, If you fool with me I’ll get Elephant to whip your head some more. Monkey, said the Lion, Beat to his unbooted knees, You and all your signifying children Better stay up in them trees. Which is why today Monkey does his signifying A-way-up out of the way.
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