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You stand there staring at me
with a condescending smirk,
and when I descend from the treetops
and hop, skip and jump across the earth
you double up with laughter,
as if I am sashaying for your amusement,
as if I am some kind of tree-clown.

Keep laughing, you patronising pricks!

The difference between you and I
is you need music to dance.

A lemur (Verreaux's Sifaka) 'dancing'.