Silly Old Baboon | |
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There was a baboon Who, one afternoon Said: “I think I will fly to the sun.” So, with two great palms Strapped to his arms, He started his take-off run. |
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Mile after mile He galloped in style But never once left the ground. “You’re running too slow,” Said a passing crow, “Try reaching the speed of sound.” |
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So he put on a spurt - By God how it hurt! The soles of his feet caught fire. There were great clouds of steam As he raced through a stream But still he didn’t get any higher. |
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Racing on through the night Both his knees caught alight And smoke bellowed out of his rear. Quick to his aid Came a fire brigade Who chased him for over a year. |
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Many moons passed by. Did Baboon ever fly? Did he ever get to the sun? I’ve just heard today That he’s well on his way! He’ll be passing through Acton at one. |
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