once i had a monkey
his name was sunny jim
and every time i think of him
my eyes grow wet and dim
i met him in the circus
in december of forty-nine
we were breaking for the winter
and our prospects were not fine
he was only a monkey
i was only a bum
we headed for the highway
and i stuck out my thumb
i wish i could remember
all the things we did and said
i only know he was my pal
and that he is now dead
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