Players are only fed the ball,
Now feed the monkey is taboo.
Alas people go bananas,
They say primates are for the zoo.
How sad it is throughout the world,
So many kids can starve and die.
When someone’s words are turned around,
People make such a hue and cry.
They called me a ‘little monkey’,
Though it was only meant in fun.
Then said I looked like a ‘nigger’,
When the rays I had over done.
It was Europeans only,
When I went to take a shower.
I had only layed upon the deck,
And it was no more than an hour.
Those words never scarred me for life,
We come from the same lump of clay
Be proud of the hue of your skin,
Turn a cheek, smile and walk away.