Classic Poem

From Isles far over the sea
Where lofty Palms are growing
I built my nest in a blossoming tree
While spicy gales were blowing.

I laboured hard my house to build
With ravening mouths it soon was filled;
Alas I've plenty of leisure now
I've nought to do on the greenwood bough.

An ape in a piebald vest
A most accomplished vaulter
Leapt on to the bough which held my nest
I wished the knave a halter.

The monkey children shake my cage
And pluck my tail to rouse my rage:
But those with tails and hairy brows
I see no more on the greenwood boughs.