APES 



(Whatsoever that may be) 



Not of notoriety. 



Now ! — Ah, infantine Gorilla, 



Every small suburban villa 



With your rising fame will ring ; 



All the sort of folk who bring 



Buns unto the prisoned bear, 



To your cage will come, and stare. 



Buns? Oh, Bartlett, — master sage, 



Autocrat of den and cage ! — 



Nothing will begrudge, I'm sure. 



That may nourish, please, or cui-e 



His prognathous little pet. 



Half the luxuries you'll get 



Would leave satiate and cloyed 



Any hungry "Unemployed." 



Cakes— and, if you like it. Ale — 



Oh, Gorilla, will not fail ; 



Gunter's you may sack at will, 



Or, if you prefer to fill 



Otherwise your dainty maw 



Than with sweeties and stickjaw. 



Like the indiscriminate bear. 



You may choose your Bill of Fare. 



Toys? Ah, bring them, baby, quick; 



Will a monkey on a stick 



Touch a sympathetic chord? 



Well, let's hope you won't be bored, 



Baby Ape, by Bartlett's love. 



And the crowds who'll stare and shove, 



Long for Afrio wild but free, 



And a station "up a tree," 



Watching, with prehensile thumb, 



For — whatever food may come. 



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