The Problems Solved

The Problem’s Solved A baboon by his very nature Urinates in only one spot He leaves a scent Right where he went And that scent to him is hot If he’s gone from Bulawayo Fifty miles or more He’ll return to Bulawayo When his bladder he must pour Now an enterprising chemist In Bulawayo town Thought maybe baboon urine Would make her man stay around Mixing baboon urine and soil She forms a little cake Sells it to other women And boy the dough she makes She tells Zimbabwe women To rub it you know where And once their man has smelled it He will always come back there Her stall’s at the city toilets At the Bulawayo bus depot An average day is thirty cakes To women on the go To women with man troubles With husbands that tend to stray She says with baboon urine That tend will go away Although the smell is pungent Zimbabwe women swear That once a man has dipped his rod His rod will go just there There is no scientific proof These cakes will do the trick And if you’d ask your Uncle Mike He’d say “the lady’s sick” But never one to interfere If not personally involved If the he and she both think it works Then I guess the problem’s solved