Story from south america

There's not such thing as a gang of evil monkeys
And even if there was
I would never think of killing
It's a death, that's a rude thing to do

Instead I would knock it
I would tie it up, and sell it to a scientist
Than I'd take the money and sit back
And relax, and buy some stuff on craigslist

Dad there he is!
Stealing all our glue
He killed that afghan hound
And now he might kill me and you

Okay we need a plan
Take this coloured sand
Destruction is an art
I will hold him down while you stab him in the heart

Dad I can't do it
I never even knew it
But now I think I love him
I wanna take a picture of him

Hm, I'll get the camera
It's actually a good ideia
I'll put it in self-timer
You'll strike a pose behind him here

No dad, take a video!
Hm, you think so?
Yeah! So much better
Oh! I'll wear my alpaca sweater!

Agh, I can't control him
He's twisting up my thumb
Hurry up and help me!
My hands are turning numb

Ok, now it's recording!
Can't wait till it goes viral!
I use tradition, no technique
A classic spiral style!

No dad you can't kill him!
I kinda wanna keep him
He'll take it home to fatten up
And then some day we'll eat him

You disgust me! I gonna turn you in
The monkey is a filthy beast
You don't know where he's been
It basically has rabies, it probably has flees

Hello? He stole my debit card!
And racked on a ton of fees
These monkeys you can't trust em'
But they're really cute

I guess you teach him manners
And then dress him in little suits
Okay, I'll let you keep him
But you'll have to bring him up

As a member of the familiy
He could wear this mask
Or better, just love him, for who he really is
The monkeys are a great group of guys, I'd like to think of em' all as my