Baboon Picnic

So long troop, it’s a lovely day I am going for a picnic at Buffel’s Bay. No need to pack, the foods in that car That will come down the hill and park, not far From the beach, not far from the sea With food that’s delicious, and served up to me. When they’ve set up their table, and laid out their food They will probably think that I’m awfully rude They will probably think I’m an unruly beast When I sit on their chair, and enjoy their feast. The food will be tasty, and quick to go While they stare and they glare through the car window. I like their beer, but prefer their wine But you can’t be fussy, if you don’t pay to dine. I just can’t wait for the next sunny day To meander down to Buffel’s Bay To enjoy a picnic that’s set out for me While they glare through their window so helplessly