There was a baboon
Who one afternoon
Said I think I will fly to the sun
So with great palms
Strapped to his arms
He started his takeoff run
Mile after mile
He galloped in style
But never once left the ground
You're going too slow said a passing crow
Try reaching the speed of sound
So he put on a spurt
My God how it hurt
Both the soles of his feet caught on fire
As he went through a stream
There were great clouds of steam
But he still never got any higher
On and on through the night
Both his knees caught alight
Clouds of smoke billowed out of his rear
Quick to his aid
Were the fire brigade
They chased him for over a year
Many moons passed by
Did Baboon ever fly
Did he ever get to the sun?
I've just heard today,
He's well on his way
He'll be passing through Acton at one.
PS – Well, what do you expect from a baboon

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