Under the spreading Banyan Tree
A weary hat seller rested a while
With his hat on, he fell asleep
With the box full of hats by his side.
Monkeys jumping from tree to tree
Came down the trees, only to find
The trader snoring, fast asleep
And thought of a prank, worth a try
Stole the hats and wore them each
Climbed the trees, in joy they cried
Jumping from branch to branch, fancy free
Made the trader to open his eyes.
What a surprise, only to see
Trace of the hats he could not find
What could have happened, did someone steal
So, for God’s help, looked up to the sky
To his dismay, up on the trees
Saw monkeys wearing them of varied size
How could I get them, thought he?
And threw his hat away, up and high.
Seeing what the trader did, the foolish monkeys
Threw their hats away, as done likewise
The trader collected his hats, with mind at ease
Went his way, a man how wise.
G.A.D.Sirimal
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