Down in Madagascar

Down in Madagascar

With Africa nearby,

Many strange things happen

And I sometimes wonder why.

 

Whenever I sit down to work

There's trouble, without fail.

When I start plotting numbers

I get a mouse upon my tail

I am a smart monkey

King of the trees

 

Now I am very little

And I always will be small.

The monkeys say rude things to me.

They are not kind at all.

 

They say: "Let us wear your fuzzy wig.

"Your beard we'd like to try on."

They do not know, how can they know,

I am handsome as a lion.

 

 

Madagascar has no cats

Nor any feline mammal.

No unicorn, no elephant

And certainly no camel.

 

So I am just the nearest thing

If you like to have a pussy.

I don't meeyouw. At nights I sing.

So kindly don't be fussy.

No cats here

I am batty

 

The others say I don't belong.

They push me and they pumel.

They say that I am no lemur;

I am a ring-tailed rumel.

 

I'd like to go to Africa

But I would miss my friend,

A splendid chap called Scrawny.

Where will this story end?

 

I am a scrawny monkey.

I sit up in the trees

And feel among my scrawny fur

For delicious scrawny fleas.

 

I share them with my special friends.

We like to groom each other,

But the very best fleas in all the world

Are on my monkey brother.

I am scrawny and I am handsome

I can play T ball

 

Now coconuts are tricky things

And very good to eat.

If you are a gorilla

You can crush them with your feet.

 

But if you're not strong the trick must be

To strike with lightning speed.

Hit it with your baseball bat

And then begin to feed.

 

The prettiest creature on this Isle,

I am proud to say: "I am he,"

Is the Madagascan Ringtail.

Handsome as can be!

 

Many come for many a mile

Just to take our picture.

We are such special animals

We make the whole world richer.

 

 

I am beautiful

I have a good life

Not a Monkey, not a Lemur,

But a little bit of both.

I am a lazy fellow.

I'm called the Three Toed Sloth.

 

I sleep up in the tree tops

And watch my favorite channel.

I enjoy the finer things of life:

M&Ms and Captain Dannel.

 

You will not see me in the day

And never in the night.

I am the Bug Eyed Monkey

And I might give you a fright.

 

No-one ever saw me yet.

I'm the undiscovered rascal.

I make ghost noises here at night

On the Isle of Madagascal.

I am Mister Bug-eye

Africa is not the place

If you should want to see MY face