IN THE SHADE OF THE BAOBAB TREE

In the shade of the baobab tree,

where the buru birdie sings,

we could share a bubble pipe

and talk of grown-up things.

 

“Isn’t summer bright?” I’d say.

“Yes sir,” you’d reply,

pretending it was really fun

to stare into the sky.

 

“Isn’t coffee nice and hot?”

“Oh, indeed it is –

certainly much better than

a tin of Lemon Fizz.”

 

“Aren’t the monkeys fierce and quick?”

“Too too true, they are.

Why, just the other afternoon

they chased me in their car.”

 

“I made twenty jewels today,

For sweeping up the zoo.”

“For looking through a telescope,

I made twenty-two.”

 

In the shade of the baobab tree,

where the buru birdie sings,

we’d lay down our bubble pipe,

tired of grown-up things,

and join the little monkeys

on their big banana swings.

 

 

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