The bestest baboon lived in a balloon
And travelled the universe far.
He circled the moon in the middle of June
Then visited a friend on a star.
But, oh, he looked glum when the star burnt his bum -
For they’re hot as I’m sure that you know -
So he waved to his chum and returned home to Mum.
Though, for certain, he had far to go.
His Mum said: 'Oh my!' and 'Come now, don’t cry,'
And she put healing cream on his burn,
And home once again, in his nice zoo in Spain,
He’s SO glad that he made his return.
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