It Seems to Me

Yesterday we went to see The baby Chimpanzee!— Although they said that it was new It seems quite old to me; About as old (Bob thought so too,) As we shall ever be.

Upon its little face it wore A discontented look As though it found most things a bore; But still from Bob it took A peanut. Then it dropped it for Its mother raged and shook!

Its hair is not exactly hair. It has such worn-out knees As we have not seen anywhere On any Chimpanzeese! And it seems to me it does not care For anyone it sees.

Bob says he thinks, perhaps—maybe, It will improve some day; But then again, it seems to me It never, never may. Its just a kind of mystery We thought.—And went away.