See the monkey's poetry book? Here are some extracts. If you would like to add some more, please send your contributions. They can only be an improvement.
Ode to a Warm Little Pond
I sat and gazed into a pond,
In whimsical and vacant mind.
Methought I saw a chemi-bond.
On Saturn's finest Titan moon,
At Timbucktoo in Africkee,
Where 'ere my whimsies lead me on
So many little ponds I see!
Pond in ferment, lightning striking,
Organic molecules are combining.
Oh! These things I am not liking!
When, lo! before my widened eyes,
Ten slimy ninja turtles rise!
And now -- who says there's no surprises?
Dread Frankenstein, himself, arises!
Ode to My Love
When turn mens' thoughts to things other
Than dust, and grind, and working,
They'll sometimes own that they're rather
Inclined towards romancing.
My love is such a red, red rose:
A real crimson beauty:
A symphony of light and love,
Even excells the footy!
A creature who makes Heaven seem close,
A 'special-built creation,
Best likened to a red, red rose,
Her praise would fill an ocean.
And now for those who theorise
On nature's own selection:
A shock -- don't name it otherwise --
I tell you, it's not fiction!
Horticulturalist or not can see
'Twill cause a revolution:
My love's a sweetest chim pansy,
Center of my devotion!
For the musically minded:
Move over Mr. Claus: Something New is Coming to Town, or A Note on String Theory which is the visualisation of matter as short pieces or loops of 'string'. The 'strings' travel, vibrate and rotate. Subatomic particles can be thought of as vibrations of the 'string', in the same way musical strings produce different notes.
Scroll on to find words and two options for the refrain -- add your own. So music on folks and let's join Dancer and Prancer in hot-footting something new all over town!
Is something like string
Something new is coming to town.
Let's all sing,
Let's all shout
There's no doubt
String theory is coming to town.
The experts are bamboozled,
It's really got them beat,
Why the worlds are set to music,
Can't you feel it in your feet?
Forget your quarks and photons,
Ignore your gravitons.
The simplest explanation is,
The atoms dance to songs.
When washing up the dishes,
Or scrubbing on the floor,
Recall your fav'rite pop-star,
No, it won't be a chore!
There's a cosmic celebration,
A trumpet in the wind,
A thousand harpers harping,
There's drums and violins.
A dozen different theories,
The atom can't explain.
The universe is music.
Can you hear the great refrain?
The endless void of space now
Is empty void no more.
The scientists assure us
There are strings out there galore!
Students in examination,
Atomic theory can't repeat?
Tell the examiner it's a jazz-band.
Can't you hear the cosmic beat?
A million times a million,
In perfect symphony.
The scientists at last arrived.
They call it 'string theory'.
I'm a Ring-Tailed Possum
It's sheer exhilaration,
The way we're
So there's nary
on a climbing pathway,
I'd like to
be a bunny,
I'd sniff the
I'd burrow through
I'd leap o'er
A bane I'd be
'mongst the berries,
will be bunnies --
On Saturn's Finest Titan Moon
On Saturn's finest Titan moon,
On Saturn's famous Titan moon
I went there but yesternoon -
So, why, on Saturn's foresaid moon,
Saturn's most illustrious moon,
Something of Saturn - Rhea, Hyperion,
On Saturn's finest tour mushroom,
To be a pedant - not poltroon