Give me back my pie little monkey said the ape man.
I wish I could said the pygmy marmoset, waving a fan.
You can! Said the ape man. And I want it done now.
You don’t have to have a fit, said marmoset. Don’t have a cow!
But it is my pie, I baked it this morning the ape man said.
It is full of juicy cherries, all sweetened and red.
If you don’t give it back, I shall beat you on the head.
Marmoset stuck out his tongue and ran off with it instead.
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