A howler at sea hunting whale
Scampered aloft on a sail
By the light of the moon
He chucked the harpoon
That he grasped with his prehensile tail

But alas his spear missed its mark
As the mate (a baboon) loudly barked
In a manner paternal
"If we were nocturnal
We'd have more success in the dark."

The great whale they tracked through the night
It's breach a magnificent sight
And at last it was killed
By a marmoset skilled
In hunting by very low light


*original poem altered at the request of Faldage and a coalition of New World Monkeys

Last edited by Alex Williams; 02/18/2006 11:24 AM.