Writing Out Shakespeare

I put a monkey in a room,

And it wrote out Shakespeare,

With a tiny typewriter,

And a pot of black tea.

There’s a monkey in the room,

Writing out Shakespeare,

Though it’s a little smarter

Than we want it to be.

Keep the monkey in the room,

So he can write Shakespeare,

And when we come back later,

He may ask us to leave.

The monkey’s left the room,

After he has written Shakespeare,

And now he’s doing monkey things,

Swinging from a tree.