I viewed a monkey scale a tree.
  See why he's so different from me.
  While up there he was eating his lunch.
  Eying some fruit he grabbed a bunch.
  As I watched him carefully feed
  He ate no more than he'd need.
  Swinging through trees maintains his shape
  Resulting in a healthy, good looking ape.
  So it's obvious, as any can see…
  A monkey is very different from me.                
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