Macaque

There's a philosopher

I once met

He showed me many things

He told me things of the world

His face was unusual

But it could tell a story

With rich detail

Rich detail

Sometimes eating

And sometimes eyes closed

There was always the face

And its knowledge of things

He never spoke

He needed not to

He needed not to

He sits in a zoo

In North America

Has no other in his habitat

He's originally

From west Africa

West Africa

West Africa

West Africa