In a forest not far from the sea
A monkey swings high on a tree.
It laughs and it shouts
And leaps all about
Jumping and feeling carefree.
A “hunter” appears, lost and shy
A small little boy, maybe five
“Your mother will die”
If the bullet can’t fly.”
The monkey says and it can’t lie.
A monkey swings high on a tree
In a forest not far from the sea.
A serviceman cries
Blood pouring from eyes
His home lost, he cannot be freed.