They told me: “Don’t have a cow about it! It’s only the monkey temple”. That really got my goat, but with a frog in my throat and my feet barking like dogs, I made my way up the monstrous hill to where the monkeys lived. I saw the monkeys horsing around, and I felt like the fish out of water, as I stood shyly, looking at the magnificent creatures like a hawk.
Yesterday was the cat’s meow, and a little birdie told me that this will make yak of the week!
These might be different words, but do you see a theme in my yak… ??