I had a sad dream of a monkey who Was grey with no idea what was sad The monkey shows up with a pretty stone He must have found somewhere, a gift for me
When there isn't a single stone Instead he'll show up with a batch Of different kinds of leaves he found along the way To be placed in front of my door In rows so I can see them
I saw the monkey off at the station where He handed me a single coin A monkey's change he said it was returned Over the station counter by the clerk
