Somewhere Near Mulberry

I was driving to meet Lady Mulberry
When I heard great caterwauling.
A melee of a feral type
Had broken out. Appalling!

As I drew closer I clearly saw
That an ape and weasel sparred.
The weasel adroitly popped the ape
Who slunk away, badly scarred.

I realized I’d witnessed
A nasty, brutish crime
(Though around the bush in Mulberry
It happens all the time).

So I called the cops on weasel pops
An ambulance for the chimp
Who got in the bus without a fuss
But a very noticeable limp.

Then I left the bush district
Past other rodents and macaques
Until I reached my Lady’s venue,
A restaurant called Jack in the Box.

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