The Legend of the Smunkin Mokey

The Legend of the Smukin’ Mokey “Once upon a time far, far away,” said my annoying brother, “there lived a Smunkin’ Mokey.” “He is a magical Smunkin’ Mokey, and when ever your 9th birthday draws near, The little Smunkin’ Mokey wearing a cap and swirling tassel will appear, He claps cymbals and sits on your shoulder, That’s just what happens when you get older, Sometimes he wears a little velvet coat, Sometimes he screeches and has a smoke, He lets the ashes fall on your shoulder, That’s just what happens when you get older, So--- don’t be so stinkin’ happy it’s your birthday!” said my annoying brother, “Because soon too you will know the legend of the Smukin’ Mokey.” “Ah phooey!” said I. “That’s a bunch of hokey! There is no such thing as a Smukin’ Mokey!” Or is there?