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We skip on the palms towards the great works

turns out, Kipling in his the time invented Anonymus anthem and some other bloggers
(especially, of course, the third verse is dedicated to all lovers of potsitirovat Bulgakov and other
"classics", in 99% of cases, absolutely out of place, as well as all the inept trolls).

"Road Song of Bandar-log"

Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don’t you envy our pranceful bands? Don’t you wish you had extra hands? Wouldn’t you like if your tails were–so– Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow? Now you’re angry, but–never mind, Brother, thy tail hangs down behind! Here we sit in a branchy row, Thinking of beautiful things we know; Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do, All complete, in a minute or two– Something noble and wise and good, Done by merely wishing we could. We’ve forgotten, but–never mind, Brother, thy tail hangs down behind! All the talk we ever have heard Uttered by bat or beast or bird– Hide or fin or scale or feather– Jabber it quickly and all together! Excellent! Wonderful! Once again! Now we are talking just like men! Let’s pretend we are ... never mind, Brother, thy tail hangs down behind! This is the way of the Monkey-kind. Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines, That rocket by where, light and high, the wild grape swings. By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make, Be sure, be sure, we’re going to do some splendid things!

Long garland sometimes night we sweep between the earth and the moon. You are not jealous of our jumps, Jumpy tapes and more than hands? You're not dreaming, so that your tail like a tight Bow Cupid, was arched? mad vain you, Brother! Nonsense! with flexible tail and the trouble does not matter! We are raising an incredible noise. Head Our swollen from doom! Thousands of affairs we face - We we finish them for a couple of minutes. Ah, how wise we are! Oh, how nice! All that we can, we create from the heart. all the forgotten We Brothers? Nonsense! with flexible tail and the trouble does not matter! Before we donesutsya words Stork, mice, bees, or a lion, skins or feathers - we are their differences, Immediately join in quickly and scream! Bravo! Bravissimo! Well, ka go again! We like people who know how to talk! We are not pretenders, Brother. Nonsense! with flexible tail and the trouble does not matter! Shines for We monkey star! Rather rows somknemsya, avalanche swept through the forest, Like bunches of bananas swinging on branches, soaring over the smooth trunks. For all we have leftovers, so what! We cramps horrible faces! vain laugh! We skip on the palms toward great things!