Well my girlfriend and I went to the zoo

On a Sunday afternoon

We hadn't been there since we were seven or eight

She had her notebook and pen, she was all set

To work on her masters project

On the dating routines of the higher primates

She was studying how the monkeys lived

From an arch-feminist perspective

I was the king of the jungle in my mind

One theory was that anything with muscles that big

Had to be a sexist pig

You know gorillas aren't pigs, they still can be swine

Gorilla gorilla, my girlfriend explained condescendingly

Gorilla gorilla, this was their genus and their species

Gorilla gorilla, yes that is their name

But I was thinking, Gorilla gorilla, me Tarzan you Jane

She was writing this neat information down

I was beating my chest making OO OO sounds

Hanging upside down off the gibbon exhibit

She dropped her notebook and put her pen behind her ear

And said in a voice all the monkeys could hear