In a forest not far from the sea

A monkey swings high on a tree.

It laughs and it shouts

And leaps all about

Jumping and feeling carefree.

A “hunter” appears, lost and shy

A small little boy, maybe five

“Your mother will die”

If the bullet can’t fly.”

The monkey says and it can’t lie.

A monkey swings high on a tree

In a forest not far from the sea.

A serviceman cries

Blood pouring from eyes

His home lost, he cannot be freed.