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1868–1955

The Ape. The Grape.

Robert Williams Wood

The Apes, from whom we are descended, Hang ape-x down from trees suspended, And since we find them in the trees, We term them arbor-ig-i-nes.

This quite explains the monkey-shines Cut up by those who pluck from vines The Grape, and then subject its juices, To Bacchanalian abuses.

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