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 young man you get down from that cage this minute i was feeding my shoe to a marmoset and my girlfriend got real upset she said i ve only one thing to say to you paraphrasing two of her books which still sit on my shelves origin of species and our bodies ourselves she said i guess that it s true monkey see monkey do gorilla gorilla she said as she walked out the room gorilla gorilla you re not a mandrill or a big baboon you re a gorilla gorilla that s not my name but she called me gorilla gorilla just the same she called me gorilla gorilla but then she changed her mind cause i ve never seen a gorilla who smoked or drank or lied i thought you were a gorilla but that isn t true cause i ve never seen a gorilla as ugly as you 