Monkeys here, monkeys there, monkeys everywhere
Victor Hugo puts on his black cap.
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
Victor Hugo puts on his black cap.
Un verso para M.
And monkeys, obviously.
Of tumba, of Ben of that manor, of grunting, and of dynamiting fish.
Lenny Kravitz, “It ain’t over till it’s over,” specially adapted for my good friend Mariano Rajoy.
“Vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux, brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars”