Today I heard a monkey sing. It made me so happy.
That monkey…… sat high in the tops of the trees.  Quietly.  It looked out…. over the crowd of people gathered below.
And suddenly……

Figaro.  Figaro.  Figarooooooooooo.

Monkeys of the Opera.
They love to sing… all the live long day.

All the live long day.
And now…. the fat lady is singing.

Which in human-speak, means…. I am tired and I am going to bed.  That is what happens when you travel far and wide to go see the Monkeys of the Opera.

It takes a lot out of you.

“I don’t sing because I’m happy; I’m happy because I sing.” – William James