“Well, considering the apes that frequent this place most days and the baboons that visit the others, we figured why not have our aleconner come from the simian pool too? Who better to determine there is no monkey business happening around this brew crew by ensuring hops are balanced pops and tips are no tab gyps?” ; )

Oh, indeed, as Chip stopped to smell the petals fell by the breeze,

His munk-mates, jollily sated, labelled his act as sotisse,

But the fan of floral scents knew he was not the nutty head—

For olfactory opts ever enhance taste of life’s sweet spread. ; )