Uncivilized by Edmund Vance Cooke

                                  Uncivilized

                           Edmund Vance Cooke

                                 (1866-1932)

An ancient ape once upon a time,

Disliked exceedingly to climb,

And so he picked himself out a tree

And said, ”Now this belongs to me.

I have a hunch that monks are mutts

And I can make them gather nuts

And bring the bulk of them to me,

By claiming title to this tree.”

He took a green leaf and reed

And wrote himself a title deed,

Proclaiming pompously and slow:

“All monkeys by these presents know”.

Next morning when the monkeys came

To gather nuts, he made his claim:

“All monkeys climbing on this tree

Must bring their gathered nuts to me,

Cracking the same on equal shares;

The meats are mine, the shells are theirs.”

“But by what right?” they cried, amazed,

Thinking the ape was surely crazed

By this”, he answered: “if you’ll read

You’ll find it is a title deed,

Made in precise and formal shape

And sworn before a fellow ape,

Exactly on the legal plan

Used by that wondrous creature, man,

In London, Tokyo, New York,

Glengarry, Kalamazoo and Cork.

Unless my deed is recognized,

It proves you quite uncivilized.”

“But”, said one monkey, “You will agree

It was not you who made this tree.”

“Nor”, said the ape, serene and bland,

“Does any owner make his land,

Yet all of its hereditaments

Are his and figure in the rents.”

The puzzled monkeys sat about

They could not make the question out.

Plainly, by precedent and law,

The ape’s procedure showed no flaw;

And yet, no matter what he said:

The stomach still denied the head.

Up spoke one sprightly monkey then:

“Monkeys are monkeys, men are men;

The ape should try his legal capers

On men who say respect his papers.

We don’t know deeds; we do know nuts,

And spite of ‘ifs’ and ‘ands’ and ‘buts’

We know who gathers and unmeats ‘em,

By monkey practice also eats ‘em.

So tell the ape and all his flunkies

No man tricks can be played on monkeys”

Thus, apes still climb to get their food.

Since monkeys’ minds are crass and crude

And monkeys, all so ill-advised,

Still eat their nuts, uncivilized.