There was a baboon who one afternoon said I think I’ll fly to the sun

So with two big palms stuck to his arms, he started his take-off run

Mile after mile mile he galloped in style but never once left the ground

“You’re travelling to slow” said a passing crow “Try reaching the speed of sound”  

So he put on a spurt, my God how it hurt but he still didn’t get any higher

Racing on through the night both his knees caught alight, smoke billowed from his rear

But quick to his aid came the fire brigade, who chased him for over a year

There were great clouds of steam as he raced through a stream but he still didn’t get any higher

Many years passed by, did baboon ever fly, did he ever get to the sun?

We’ve just heard today, he’s well on his way, he’ll be passing through Neasden at 1.